Why cars? Actually, I dont have a good answer to that. I remember playing in my mom and dad's car, acting like I was a race car driver. I used the blinker as a shifter and broke the blinker collar inside the steering column. Oooooops. Then, I remember my brother, Pat, took me for a ride in his El Camino... that was a cool car. In high school, I got to drive my dad's Datsun 240ZX and 260Z. Maybe those were the start of my love. My first "car" painting was this rim... I thought it was pretty fun, so I kept painting.
