For now. This thread is going to be a little sloppy. I'll probably update it over winter break but I've always wanted to do this and give my input on my car as well as ask questions about my car specifically.
So here's my story:
Im one of the biggest car nuts out there. I don't remember ever getting into cars because it always there, my passion for cars was something that defined me, all throughout my life. And as much as my parents tried to veer me into something else away from cars, like sports or random stuff at school, they'd always find me going back to my room to play with the bajillion little die cast cars I had in my toy chest. That level of obsession slowly progressed to the point today where I sometimes end up annoying people and proving them wrong about their own car. Terrible habit, but it is what it is. But at the base of things Id like to think Im pretty knowledgable about most cars. Enough to the point where friends and family will always come up to me and ask me about them.
So as a kid I always tried to get behind the wheel. No matter what. I think I drove my first car at 10 (like in a parking lot):lol: and drove on the street at 12. Extremely illegal, but that was ages ago, and I think most of the reason I ever even tried was because I didnt care what happened to me as long as I was in a car and doing something with/in it. Typical kid mentality. So as a teenager when I could finally start to get into driving...legally, I drove everything from my mom's Lexus to my Dad's minivan (I know, doesn't quite make sense, should be reversed). I didnt care what I was driving nor where, or what time, just as long as I was driving. I can still remember my driving test score of a 99 (not that US driving tests are in any way rigorous) and overall I will shamelessly say that a lot of me being good at driving had to do with all the simulation racing games I played. :slap:
At this point in my life(teenage years), I knew every little thing about most every car. In my spare time I would get online and watch countless hours of videos on everything from car reviews to reading hundreds of pages on forums just for fun. In hindsight I definitely should've taken school a little bit more seriously, but things happen for a reason. You realize your mistakes and fix them.(Exactly the reason why Im doing this in my University's library....its Finals week... wtf am I doing)
But really, I am taking school more seriously, so thats good. And this all what lead me to my cars today and what leads me to the last part of this mini story.
My father never grew up in big money. My grandfather was a farmer and my dad was one of eight siblings. (For the story's sake, my family comes from a southern Asian country, so culture values are completely different than that of your typical American culture, nothing wrong with either. Just completely different). Out of the four boys in the family, they were all forced to get an education and have respectable careers(All of them are engineers). And with the little money my grandfather had, he put them all through some of the best schools or as much as he could reasonably afford. So my father never really had money to fall back on. but slowly he set his feet into bigger and better things. We originally lived in a one bedroom apartment with hard dirt floors.. and I honestly cant say how small it was ( I was about a year old at this point) but my Mom always told me I would never imagine how small it was. But the difference in lifestyle between what it was like when I was a child to now... Its unreal.
We moved to the States about 2, 2.5 years later and we made it our new home. And one of my father's biggest reason for doing so was for my education.
He valued it so much that he left what he had known as home his entire life just so that his children could get an education and have a quality of life that couldnt be available to them anywhere else in the world. (God Bless America) *eagle cry
So all throughout my childhood, and through high school I respected my dad's sacrifice for his kids and tried to be the best I could in school. I never asked too much from my dad and I certainly never expected him to buy any sort of performance vehicle being with how careful he was with his money and how much he would save for my education and my sister's.
So I had never imagined in my life that my dad would ever even think about getting something as ridiculous as a CLS 63 AMG.
We got it when it was fairly new, at 16k miles It wasnt fresh off the lot, but It was surely the newest, most expensive car my dad had ever bought.
It wasnt until the vanity plate came into the mail that I realized why he even bothered to get a nice car, let alone an AMG Benz. I admit I didnt deserve the car, I certainly wasnt the smartest kid, nor the most impressive, but I made my parents happy as much as I could. And Part of me wants to believe that they did it because I did well in school, or that they wanted a tax writeoff (Father founded a company when I was around 12ish. Long story short, he would save money by buying something like this.)
But really I think they did it because I was the biggest weirdo about cars they had ever known.
I spent highschool lusting after something I could actually drive to school because both my father and I agreed that highschool kids are: A-Jealous, B-Terrible Drivers, and C-Assholes. So I never drove the Benz to school. And Im glad I didnt. Im not the type of person to "show off" his stuff unless Im with my friends, I keep the type of friends around me that are happy for me instead of being jealous or complaining about how I "didnt work for it"
So here's my story:
Im one of the biggest car nuts out there. I don't remember ever getting into cars because it always there, my passion for cars was something that defined me, all throughout my life. And as much as my parents tried to veer me into something else away from cars, like sports or random stuff at school, they'd always find me going back to my room to play with the bajillion little die cast cars I had in my toy chest. That level of obsession slowly progressed to the point today where I sometimes end up annoying people and proving them wrong about their own car. Terrible habit, but it is what it is. But at the base of things Id like to think Im pretty knowledgable about most cars. Enough to the point where friends and family will always come up to me and ask me about them.
So as a kid I always tried to get behind the wheel. No matter what. I think I drove my first car at 10 (like in a parking lot):lol: and drove on the street at 12. Extremely illegal, but that was ages ago, and I think most of the reason I ever even tried was because I didnt care what happened to me as long as I was in a car and doing something with/in it. Typical kid mentality. So as a teenager when I could finally start to get into driving...legally, I drove everything from my mom's Lexus to my Dad's minivan (I know, doesn't quite make sense, should be reversed). I didnt care what I was driving nor where, or what time, just as long as I was driving. I can still remember my driving test score of a 99 (not that US driving tests are in any way rigorous) and overall I will shamelessly say that a lot of me being good at driving had to do with all the simulation racing games I played. :slap:
At this point in my life(teenage years), I knew every little thing about most every car. In my spare time I would get online and watch countless hours of videos on everything from car reviews to reading hundreds of pages on forums just for fun. In hindsight I definitely should've taken school a little bit more seriously, but things happen for a reason. You realize your mistakes and fix them.(Exactly the reason why Im doing this in my University's library....its Finals week... wtf am I doing)
But really, I am taking school more seriously, so thats good. And this all what lead me to my cars today and what leads me to the last part of this mini story.
My father never grew up in big money. My grandfather was a farmer and my dad was one of eight siblings. (For the story's sake, my family comes from a southern Asian country, so culture values are completely different than that of your typical American culture, nothing wrong with either. Just completely different). Out of the four boys in the family, they were all forced to get an education and have respectable careers(All of them are engineers). And with the little money my grandfather had, he put them all through some of the best schools or as much as he could reasonably afford. So my father never really had money to fall back on. but slowly he set his feet into bigger and better things. We originally lived in a one bedroom apartment with hard dirt floors.. and I honestly cant say how small it was ( I was about a year old at this point) but my Mom always told me I would never imagine how small it was. But the difference in lifestyle between what it was like when I was a child to now... Its unreal.
We moved to the States about 2, 2.5 years later and we made it our new home. And one of my father's biggest reason for doing so was for my education.
He valued it so much that he left what he had known as home his entire life just so that his children could get an education and have a quality of life that couldnt be available to them anywhere else in the world. (God Bless America) *eagle cry
So all throughout my childhood, and through high school I respected my dad's sacrifice for his kids and tried to be the best I could in school. I never asked too much from my dad and I certainly never expected him to buy any sort of performance vehicle being with how careful he was with his money and how much he would save for my education and my sister's.
So I had never imagined in my life that my dad would ever even think about getting something as ridiculous as a CLS 63 AMG.
We got it when it was fairly new, at 16k miles It wasnt fresh off the lot, but It was surely the newest, most expensive car my dad had ever bought.
It wasnt until the vanity plate came into the mail that I realized why he even bothered to get a nice car, let alone an AMG Benz. I admit I didnt deserve the car, I certainly wasnt the smartest kid, nor the most impressive, but I made my parents happy as much as I could. And Part of me wants to believe that they did it because I did well in school, or that they wanted a tax writeoff (Father founded a company when I was around 12ish. Long story short, he would save money by buying something like this.)
But really I think they did it because I was the biggest weirdo about cars they had ever known.
I spent highschool lusting after something I could actually drive to school because both my father and I agreed that highschool kids are: A-Jealous, B-Terrible Drivers, and C-Assholes. So I never drove the Benz to school. And Im glad I didnt. Im not the type of person to "show off" his stuff unless Im with my friends, I keep the type of friends around me that are happy for me instead of being jealous or complaining about how I "didnt work for it"
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