Member Stories: How my mother fostered my love of exotic cars
I am a product of post-war Brooklyn. Not the hipster version of today but the melting pot, working class version of the 1950s and ’60s. I was struck by the car bug early on, probably when my fascination with Howdy Doody and Davy Crockett waned. Boys and cars is not a wild stretch on the spectrum. How I became a foreign-car kid instead of an American-car kid has a lot to do with my mother, Luisa.