Restoration is a passion that cannot be easily explained. For me it is a time machine; a portal to the way things used to be - to simpler and perhaps better times. As someone put it “Life is like grammar. We find the present tense and the past perfect.”
The eye of one beholder may see an old car rusted in a field while the next set of eyes may see a Senior Badge on the grill of a 1958 Buick Roadmaster convertible. Taking something and making it look and work like new is what it’s all about. Perhaps my story is similar to most (perhaps not) - boy meets world - by age 3 he can name all the makes of the cars in his native country by simply looking at the hubcaps - boy immigrates to the land of the free - gets a summer job as a mechanic at age 14 - follows through with a degree in automotive engineering technology - gets an advanced degree in aerospace engineering - has a full time job with the largest aerospace company in the world yet the passion never leaves - he puts his skills to work and one by one starts restoring old cars; refining the techniques with each successive subject and becomes a perfectionist in the process. |