Same here: gigantic Porsche fan, but I also really dig the spirit of Toyota’s effort here. They were so close!

Porsche fan here. I was ready to congratulate Toyota and was feeling very happy for them. I was even talking with someone about getting a Le Mans decal for my Camry. Then, I heard Nakajima say, “I have no power,” and my heart sank. I’m happy as a huge Porsche fan, but I feel terrible for Toyota.

I still go twice a week! I was looking at BX GTI’s for sale last year, I went off that idea.

None. My dad wasn’t there. All my car memories belong to my mom. She taught me how to work a manual transmission, she taught me how to change my oil, how to change my brakes, how to avoid trusting franchise mechanics, how to knife fight, how to get information from a prison, you know... basic adult stuff.

Indeed not so good... my dad didn’t have even the slightest faith in me, and every time I tried to suggest to him something to improve his car, or whenever I gave him my availability to repair a failure whatever, he refused my help. No one other than him was allowed to touch his fucking car and I could drive one of…

It all revolves around a ‘66 GTO for me. He picked me up at school with it. He drove the family on vacations with it. He taught me to drive stick with it. He taught me how to work on cars with it...

All of them.

I remember sitting on my dads knee watching the F1 on a Sunday afternoon, at 3 or 4 years old I didn’t know what a V10 was I just liked how they sounded and I thought the Mclaren was a Mercedes because it had 3 pointed star on the nose. I was cheering for Schumacher in his red Ferrari. He’s also the reason why I love…

The sole reason why I started to love cars and racing in general was because of a little game called Mario Kart Wii. My dad is a great driver as is, and Mario Kart brought out some other kind of driving deity in my dad that made him a very tough opponent, especially with me just being 8 years old.

Every weekend (including this one!) I go to local car shows with my dad (Larz Anderson Auto Museum near Boston). I guess that’s how I really got into cars in the first place: seeing all the incredible vehicles come up. And every single weekend it’s with my dad.

My dad taught me how to drive on his British Racing Green 240Z, 05 Mustang GT, and his SHO. Even let me slide a few of them around empty parking lots.

Watching the Indy 500 & waiting for the inevitable STP ad so pops could cussout that ‘Fat Ass’ Andy Granatelli. Best. Time. Ever. Period.

The very first time I drove, it was the weekend after I got my learner’s permit. I remember it was Super Bowl Sunday in 2007 and my dad was driving me to my friend’s house to watch the game. My dad turned on a back way to his house and pulled off and said that I could drive for a little while. So I’m driving down the…

My dad taught me how to drive in the first new car he ever bought - a 1987 BMW 325; silver with blue vinyl seats. He tells me the story of how he’d go by this BMW dealership every day on his way to work an he admired the car, and had some understanding that German engineering was the best. He was from India and moved…

My dad taught me how to drive manual in his 1993 Ruby Red ZR-1 when I was 17.

Nope!

Thanks, Jason! Hoping it’s the only time I encounter that kind of thing.

Thank you. I was glad to see the marshal, too.

Well damn. Glad you’re safe.

Probably more reliable then the real one.