A little about my involvement with cars:

My interest in cars started with my father. He raced sprint cars on dirt track ovals in Western Pennsylvania. My first remembrances of cars was my close inspection of the dirt track race photos my father pasted in an accountant's journal. I drew racecars in and car parts along side those photos. I was 4.

In my preteens and early teens I built many many plastic AMT and Revell car models. My collection was vast. I read from cover to cover every issue of Road & Track magazine. Any spare time that my lack of friends and a social life afforded me went to cars and car related areas.

My father has been in the automobile business in one form or another for 30 years. He has owned many interesting cars. I remember inspecting his brand new 1965 Mustang in the street in front of our house in Penn Hills, Pennsylvania. It was a foggy morning before school. Kids walked by and I engaged them all in conversation about the new car - "Don't look at this car (As I spread my arms over the hood in mock camouflage). You aren't supposed to see it. It won't be introduced until next week". Which in that case was true. Some of the cars that my father Dan owned are- Convertible and fastback Corvettes, a Lotus Elan, an Olds 442, The Judge, a 1965 Convertible Impala SS with "Tri-Power" and a four speed stick, a yellow 1959 Eldorado Convertible with red leather interior (Oh you should have seen THAT). People borrowed it for parades), Studebaker Avante, President and Hawk, some Mustangs and Camaros, a '49 Beetle, a '63 Thunderbird and a number of Coupe and Sedan Devilles. Even today I follow Formula One car racing. Which team do you think I root for? Tifosi? Cavillino? Enzo? Figure it out yet?

Sports cars- I have always had a bent towards sports cars. They were more rare in Suburban Pittsburgh than, let's say Mustangs or Impalas (although I like all cars). A big break came when my uncle George generously gave me his Austin Healey 3000 project car. I couldn't believe it. The car was in desperate need of major restoration, but even in that state was well beyond my means. The deal he offered was that when I got the car finished he could borrow it for some weekends. You should have seen him when I delivered it to him the next summer. Bright red Imron paint. The roof was down. It sounded great and was fun to drive. He said, "I can't believe you did it!" This car took me into my freshman year at college before I crashed in a most major way.  I will post a picture of that and other cars I have owned in this site at a later date.