Since I was 13 I’d helped my uncle, who worked at a body repair shop and scavenger yard, he taught me how to fix cars. I guess I fell in love with the classic Mustangs during that time. I told my dad that for my first car I would get a classic Mustang. But all I could afford was a 4-cylinder ’81 LX Automatic just before I turned 16. She wasn’t a pretty car, but to me, it looked amazing. Then, through being young and foolish, I managed to snap the throttle cable. My uncle pulled one from another Mustang and quickly fitted it. Something wasn’t right, though. When you put the car into ‘DRIVE’ it was really sluggish, like starting a standard up in fifth gear. My workaround was to put it in first, then shift to second, and then go into ‘DRIVE’. People must have thought the car barely roadworthy, but I loved it – I felt faster having a shift system, of sorts, and I thought I had a pretty sweet ride. Being one of the first of my friends to have a car, there was often three or four of us piled in, cruising around town. When we got bored we would get on the road and egg others on, trying to initiate a chase. Sometimes, we would get chased down all these country roads by some rednecks in pickup trucks. This was before everyone was carrying a gun. We were 16, maybe 17, years old at the time, getting up to mischief because there wasn’t much else to do in a small town. But, looking back, I am glad about it all – you learn from all the stupid things you’ve done.