My Father Gave The Family Garage To My Brother Until They Saw My Name At The Biggest Auto Show

of our lot and spent every spare dime I earned on it. Every weekend, every holiday, every late night under a single flickering fluorescent bulb, I was out there slowly bringing it back from the dead.

I sourced original parts from scrapyards across the Midwest. I hand-sanded the body panels until my knuckles were raw, taking everything down to bare metal continue reading …