I spent 35 years as a European car mechanic. We got 'em all: had one in my youth, neighbour had one, friend of a friend had one, let me show you how that's done, can I sit in it, can I sit on it, etc, etc. For the first five years it was kind of interesting. For the next five decidedly less so. After that it was pure torture. I don't wear clothes because I want to talk about clothes and I don't drive (fill in the blank) because I want to hear your stories!
You need help with a repair? I'm all ears...