I have had a fascination with cars (and later bikes), as long as I remember, but the funny bit is how I remember my first real love for wheels. In kindergarten in our class, there was this really cute girl and I had a very bad crush on her (yes the judging may begin now). Anyway her dad came by every day to pick her up from the school. He had this olive green Ford Ikon, one of the more posh cars of that time in India, on this side of 10 lakh rupees which would definitely get you home back at night, and then mercifully do the same without complaint the next day. That was a car I then admired, mostly because I did not even have the knowledge of most of the cars in my city. Her dad sometimes came to pick her up on this loud bad-ass red sports bike, which was rarer in my town than finding a polar bear in Delhi. I didn't like bikes firmly, at that time, otherwise I'd be in my Ducati-sta fanboy mode that moment. I actually suggested her a few times that she should get the car to pick her up daily, claiming it was safer. I just wanted to see more of cars than bikes back then. Time passed by very fast, and a few months she left the school abruptly. Well, I did feel bad when my friend, crush, and the owner of a Ford Ikon had suddenly gone from my life. If that were to happen today, I'd mourn for that sports bike as well. Well, girls have come and gone but I still believe the wheels were like first love. Maybe that's why they say begin their passions early. Even if they don't outright succeed, they make for good stories.