How My Father Saying “Maybe” Transformed Into A Valuable Life Lesson

I love cars.

I have since I was 7 years old & a white BMW M1 passed my family’s Subaru GL wagon on Route 35 like we were stuck in the mud.

In one moment, I was hooked.

My blood was swapped for petrol, and I never looked back.

One of the most fantastic Christmas presents I ever received was a Road & Track magazine subscription.

Do you remember what it was like to receive mail as a child?

It was one of the most exciting things I can remember, let alone something dedicated to something I love.

One of my errands was to ride my bike to the post office to pick up the mail.

Around the 15th of the month, I’d wait with the enthusiasm and anticipation that only a child can have (which is a shame) and would relish in delight when the latest issue came out.

I’d flip through the magazine, grazing the content. Then I’d start over from the beginning and begin my exploration and my work.

Pouring over every detail, memorizing every stat, horsepower, engine size and type, list price, zero to sixty and quarter-mile times, and top speed.