“I only ever really had 2 passions in life – women and cars. Then I got married.”

My grandfather said that to me years ago, and it permanently lodged itself in my frontal cortex. In two short sentences, he was able to perfectly illustrate and explain how many of us feel about ourselves. There’s something in me that just can’t leave well enough alone.

He and I would spend countless hours trudging around overgrown lots looking at old cars, brainstorming all the various ways we could make them even better. He would give me all the details about how straight six GM truck motors would tend to crack along the water jacket on the driver’s side (so look out for that), or how in 55, everyone wanted the 2 door post because otherwise the car would rattle and creak. There were also some oddly specific details about a lot of the back seats.

That’s what it’s all about.

Going fast is fun, of course, but it’s about the people and the relationships and the memories you make driving1000 miles to Mississippi that you cannot replace. They last a life time, and cars are the catalyst.

The goal is to preserve that feeling, bottle it up, and pass it down.