There is one car guy who comes to mind. He was really a DIY mechanic by necessity; his family didn’t have a lot of money, so whenever something broke, he was the one who fixed it. Appliances, plumbing, electrical, cars, whatever. He inherited a ‘49 Buick Super Eight from a family friend, and that became his project, when time and money allowed. It was a beautiful car; it had sat in a garage for about 25 years before he got it. 3-speed column-shifted manual, and an inline 8-cylinder engine. Once he got it running, he let me drive it so I could learn to drive stick. It made me sad when he had to sell the car.

I was homeschooled; this guy is my dad. That counts, right?