A family member was a mechanic and spent all their time in the garage working on barely functioning cars. In retrospect, it’s probably their autism hyper fixation.

My second car was pretty nice, but it was murderously expensive to have services done, and the internet community around it was fairly firm about doing specific preventative maintenance. So I did that.

I’m not really a car guy anymore, because I don’t have the time to work on the cars like I want to, and I don’t have the space either. There’s too many other cars on the roads, which makes spirited driving dangerous. Now, I live vicariously through YouTube channels and mainly drive a toaster EV.