How Has Your Dad Affected Your Love of Cars?
Photography by David Marvier for Petrolicious
Petrolicious would like to extend a Happy Father’s Day on Sunday to all the dads out there.
My father doesn’t really care about cars. He sees them as appliances. In fact, I can only remember him mentioning the design of any car we ever owned twice. First, sometime in the 1990s, he stated that he rather liked our family car’s styling. It was a 1990 Buick Regal Gran Sport two-door (with front-wheel drive, thank you very much).
More recently, he criticized my Dodge Viper’s clamshell hood because it makes servicing the engine more difficult. When I explained that it was hinged in the front to make it safer at top speed he asked me, with a knowing stare, how often I drove the car at top speed. Clearly, he is no Petrolista.
Thus, you may remember that I credit my mom for nurturing my automotive passion. However, to his credit, my father can fix anything. I’m not bragging because this is a fact. In many ways, he’s like MacGuyver (the character from the television show of the same name), the exceptions being that he doesn’t play ice hockey or sport a mullet. And like MacGuyver, not only can he fix anything, he can probably do it with objects close at hand.
For example, when I had my 1964 Pontiac and needed to replace the reverse-light gaskets, he went to the refrigerator and pulled out the eggs. He placed the backup-light lens on top of the carton, drew a circle then cut it out and repeated the process. Boom, reverse-light gaskets made out of Styrofoam from the top of an egg carton. And better still, I didn’t have to wait two weeks and pay fifteen dollars for NOS gaskets from somewhere in the Midwest. It wasn’t going to win a concours, but it worked. Then when I passed a parked FedEx truck a bit too closely, he taught me how to fiberglass my Mustang’s mirror back on, with no evidence of damage.
So while my passion for all things automotive may stem from my mom, the little bit of technical know-how that I possess I owe to my father. I haven’t blown up an engine yet but when I do, you can be certain I’ll have the car trailered to his house. Hopefully, he’ll be willing to move his Toyota Corolla.
How has your dad influenced your love of cars?