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as a kid younger. I was in bicycles, wanted motorcycles. I never really paid much attention to cars. I did get my license at 16 in high school. My dad always had a separate, you know, something to play with a plate. You know, he had the regular car, the family car. He bought little trucks or whatever and fixed them up. He quite often got them from work when they were selling vehicles to keep being a pretty worker coke. And he had a really steep in 1951, really deep. And right after I got my license, he let me run around in that. So one day, he did the whole to me. I'm off doing something. I get a message to call dad. So I call. And he says, I'm not the four dealer come down down here. I want to show you something. He had said that I needed to at least pay for half of my vehicle. He would split it with me. And I got a job. So I was working. I was in high school. He says, come on down. I want you to look at something that made me so.