Yesterday, we asked you which Japanese cars helped improve Americans’ opinions. But perhaps it wasn’t the cars as much as the people who bought them. At the young age of fourteen, Mr. Christopher Hoffman helped convince his mother to buy a ’77 Honda Civic wagon. That was just a small, first step in what would become a life-long infatuation with Hondas.
You could say that Jason Cammisa knows cars. With a day job at Road & Track, he has full access to the world’s best vehicles—but still comes back to his humble Volkswagen Scirocco. “This car definitely changed the path of my life because it forced me to be a mechanic,” Cammisa says, “I was in college…there was no way I would have been able to keep this car—I don’t think I could still have this car—if I had to pay somebody to work on it.”
We're all affected differently. Some people fall in love because their dad or uncle had one. Others fall in love out of necessity, constant breakdowns requiring them to work on their car. For Mr. Frank Mandarano a tour through the Maserati factory in the '60s was enough for him to be smitten. He bought his first Maserati a few years later, a red 3500GT, which promptly broke the day after he bought it.