My wife has posted some pictures of my first autocross car. . .
I got a 1995 Honda civic ex that I inhereted from my brother. Immediately upon receiving it, I started working to save up for something more fun. I desperately wanted a 1993 RX-7. I had saved up enough $ to buy one at a used dealership in Chapel Hill. My dad vetoed it. If he hadn't, I would probably be dead I'm guessing. . .
Instead, I got a 1996 Acura Integra GS-R, a car that I was very excited about. I dumped a TON of money into that car over the first two years I owned it. First a set of 17" TR Motorsports wheels, a cold air intake, 2 10" subwoofers in the back, H&R race springs and tokico illumina struts. Then it started getting stupid. Altezza tail lights, clear corners, Xenon body kit, and to top it all off, a 75 shot Zex dry nitrous kit. The car was pretty pimpin. I was hanging out with the Carolina Hondas people at the time, and their meets at Vincent's pizza on capital blvd. I still remember thinking how cool the first fast and furious movie was, I was part of the car show outside of the premiere at Crossroads. Then I decided to go out and try this thing called autocross. My first event was Morrisville, and I had a ton of fun. I remember my car understeering like a dump truck (probably b/c it was on the bumpstops on the front suspension all the time), and I remember some guy name Whipple just demolishing me. Karl Shultz also whooped up on me good, along with Vernon Geddings in a nice, more sensibly prepped white GS-R sedan. What was REALLY embarassing was gettting raw timed by that damn orange Pinto that burn a quart of oil everytime it turned. For a while I kept thinking "if only they'd let me run my nitrous on course". Yeah, I was dumb back then.
I was definitely hooked, and started regularly attending events. I even came to a couple of events with the Duke FSAE car, including one at Rocky Mount or Lumberton (I honestly can't remember which) where tech inspection got all picky and said our car had to have a FLOOR. We went to Home depot to get some sheet metal, found a stop sign down in the parking lot, and figured that would do nicely. We managed to take FTD that day over Patrice, despite the throttle sticking on me in one of my runs (scared the shit outta me). Tech should have busted us for that faulty return spring instead of the floor thing

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I came to events off and on for 2 years until I ended up blowing the motor on the integra (oddly enough, it was related to me trying to hop a curb to get around Duke parking, and unrelated to the nitrous). The car was eventually rebuilt, but I went to London that summer to study at the LSE and the car was sold upon my return. For a year, I had no car, and made do with my bicycle. I almost purchased a moped, but right when I was ready to buy it and was taking it on a test drive, it was stolen from my Duke Manor appartment (yeah, great neighborhood).
After a year, my dad replaced his 1997 Ford Ranger with a new truck, and I inhereted it. 4 cylinder, 113 hp, 2WD extended cab, but a manual transmission. I had fun doing stupid stuff in the rain in that car, but obviously couldn't autocross it. I eventually met my beautiful wife to be, and she had a 1999 Civic Si. I took her with me to an event in Sanford, and definitely enjoyed ourselves. Unfortunately, just a couple months later, that car was stolen, and found in bad enough disrepair that she decided to sell it. After some more time off, I eventually was in the market for a new car, and put down a deposit on a Scion tC. I waited and waited for them to find the right combo (I demanded a manual transmission in blue) and they just could never find it. Eventually, I got impatient, and read that the mazda3 had good reviews, so I went to test drive one. After scaring the salesman a little bit on the test drive, I was sold. I finally had a car I could run again, and started working events back into my schedule. My wife soon was able to purchase her car, the Mini right before we got married, and shortly after that, she started coming to a couple events with us. 3 events a year or so turned into 5 or 6 and soon we were full timers. Before too long, some jackass named Ryan convinced me to become an autocross VP (just kidding of course).