My name is Trevor Green-Smith, and though I love to write about cars, I've only just started driving them. I've loved cars my whole life, I guess it runs in the family, and so does the love of driving. My Grampa, owned everything from a performance tuned 57' Chevy, to a metal flake Mustang GT, to a Datsun 280Z, and mind you, he raced every car he got his hands on. My Dad's first car was a 67' Pontiac GTO, and my Mom owned the original Mini. My Uncles have had Porsche 911's and Mercedes SL550's, so I would conclude that cars are in my blood. I was keen on exotic cars from a pretty young age, to the point that I could name every car on the road by the age of four. When I learned what the fast-red-cars-that-made-great-noise's were actually called "Ferrari's", the deal was done. I was a Car Fanatic. Driving cars, as I've recently discovered is a whole other matter. After getting my permit, and subsequently enduring a truly awful 2 hour lesson in a Dodge Stratus with a 478 year-old man in the passenger seat, you could say that I was a bit discouraged. However, this hasn't stopped me trying to become Mario Andretti Jr., despite the fact that my parent's Toyota Landcruiser isn't exactly driving Nirvana either. Anyway, my experience with cars isn't just my lineage, but my own passion. I visited the Ferrari factory last summer in Maranello, Italy, I am constantly pestering the staff at the local exotic car dealers, and Infineon Raceway is a 20 minute drive away. Lets just put it this way, trips to London, Paris, Rome and other European cities don't exactly help me with my addiction to exotic cars. Enough said.
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