At the age of eleven, a lap in a car around the yard looked to him like a lap around the racetrack for cars in Nuremberg. At eleven, all speeds are too high. Not even five meters from the start, he managed to hit the post. He wrecked the car that dad was going to sell. Polo, new, intended for the salon, more precisely for a specific customer.
For Ivan Zubak it was not an entry into the world of cars, but it was an entry into the world of responsibility, work and obligations. He paid for the repair by working all summer at a car wash. Every following summer, he was in one of the workshops in the then young family company. In high school, I took it out of the getrib of a Seat. And he brought it back, from a stunt and a test of his own ability…
