Like many good things in life, it happened both on purpose and by accident. I consider it a side effect of being a father, more than anything.
After years of car-free bliss, riding the bus where I had to, my (now ex) wife told me it was time to have a car. What with the baby on the way and all the running around like scared gophers that goes with it, something had to happen. Like many of her announcements, it came with a plan – did I mention we aren’t married anymore? This plan involved a friend with a 1985 Escort that had been parked for a while. The deal was this – $100 if I could get it running. And, in about a half an hour, I did (ignition wires were shot, is all).