This time of the year has long been special to me.
Kind of like a birthday as a little kid.
I bought my first car in February when I was 16 and the experience stuck with me ever since.
I still remember the day very vividly.
It was bright and sunny. It was warm for February. I found the Original 351 in a newspaper ad and it was right within my price range: my entire life savings.
I remember the smell of the car. The first time I sat behind the wheel. I confidently assured the owner that I could handle driving it because I drove my Mom's '66 Mustang.
I touched the gas pedal for the first time and sent a rooster tail of gravel up into the air.
I was sold instantly.
Using first gear effectively was always a challenge in that car.
I rarely used it at all.
One of the things I like about this time of year is that I can tell spring is just around the corner.
The days begin to get noticeably longer.
I still have a mildly Pavlovian response: It's time to get a car and get it ready for the coming summer.
Now that I think about it, this time of year is better than a birthday.
It's car time.