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My
Story

As a young boy I helped out in my dads workshop on Saturdays and after school. My dad owned a junkyard with a little workshop. One day a customer came by and asked me if we had a good replacement Volkswagen Golf Diesel engine. I didn’t see my dad so I asked the customer to follow me to the row of Volkswagens in the Junkyard and one by one I started opening the hood of each Golf. The third Golf finally had an engine in it, and I asked the customer; ‘’Is this what you’re looking for Sir?” He answered “I’m afraid that’s a petrol and not a Diesel engine Boy”. At that time I couldn’t tell the difference between a Diesel and a Petrol engine.

Although I was very young I took pride in my work and I remember feeling very embarrassed, and at that moment I desided I never wanted to be in that position ever again. I started reading everything I could find on cars and took apart junk parts to see how they worked. I was determined to learn everything there is to know about them. Today, many years later I still don’t know everything and every day is still a learning day. However I’ve come quite far, and I love to share the knowledge I’ve collected over the years because I’ll never forget how I felt that day at the Junkyard.