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My Classic Car Collection Became a Family Battlefield, and I Had to Draw Financial Boundaries

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Where the Love for Cars Began

Some people remember childhood in terms of playgrounds and birthday parties. My earliest memories are different.

I remember the scent of motor oil, solvent, and warm metal. It was sharp and industrial, yet oddly comforting. I spent weekends in my grandfather’s repair shop in rural Michigan, a drafty metal building where the winter wind slipped through the walls and the summer heat made the air shimmer.

My grandfather was the kind of man who didn’t waste words. He didn’t lecture about life. He showed you.

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When I was seven, he started handing me tools like it was the most natural thing in the world. A socket wrench. A box-end. A flathead and a Phillips. He’d ask me which was which, then nod when I got it right, like I’d just passed a test that mattered.

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