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I have always had an insane love for cars - hot ones, pretty ones, sleek ones, new ones. It probably did not help that my boyfriend traded his cars 18 times between age 16 and 19, or that he started out with a pink 1959 Cadillac with those chrome (shudder) tailfins. In 1973 I test drove a brand spanking new red Camaro 38 times, and we did not buy it, because my husband (who used to be my boyfriend) talked me into being more practical and buying a trailer house for the same amount of money. I took an assessment test in college and discovered I have more in common with a race car driver than any other person with an occupation who likes their jobs. I wrote this KIMO in honor of the REAL me.