What can I say? Im a sucker for the underdog. My first real underdog came in the form of a 1973 VW Beetle that my Dad bought for me when I turned 15. After we pushed it up the driveway, he gave me a repair manual and told me I had a year to get it going if I wanted wheels.
I poured blood, sweat and tears into that car, learning how it worked, figuring out what was wrong with it and eventually fixing it up so that it ran reliably. By the time I was 16, I had a... more