Enjoying cars with your kids creates strong lifelong relationships

The only reason I bother doing this column is that I love cars. I place the blame for that affliction squarely on the shoulders of my dad. He forced me to do car stuff constantly. Against my will. He ruined me.

In fact, I am so screwed up, I am doing the same thing to my son. He’s only five, but he’s car crazy. He has been to races, car shows, auctions, demolition derbies, monster truck shows; I make him help me wash my car. I feel sorry for him.

But in all seriousness, I love it that he wants to do this stuff with me. I’d love him and be close no matter what, but it is nice to share something that I am really passionate about with my son.