I think it all started the day that my grandfathers Ford Taunus 17m (Badewanne) threw a rod, or died in some other permanent way. (I was 6 or 7). I remember the frantic search, and everybody being happy to find a used motor from a butt-ugly burnt orange/red donor car. From that point on, I thought that maintaining your automobile was one of the more paramount things in life, and I started to pay attention when work was being done (either by my grandfather or my uncle - who has smashed more cars than I care to know about).
Once I moved to the states, I decided to change oil at the beginning, and quickly moved up to thermostats. A few years later I got my own car (a $950 Malibu) and graduated to radiator swaps, exhaust repair, carb mixtures, brake repair, master cyl. swap, and whatever else broke on that thing.

This illness has progressed mildly since then, and is currently being treated by my 3 Benzes, with relatively good success - I haven't had withdrawal symptoms in years.

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09 Jetta TDI
1985 300D