5756r

I'm just another crazy ass car guy that has spent alot time saturated in petrol products and junkyard dust, collecting those obscure parts that others shake there heads at and walk away from, enjoying myself because in time, it will collectively kick their asses.

I got into rods and such about eight when I "found" my uncles rod/truck in the back of our property. a long lost soul, whose time had come and gone. a secret of sorts, that my aunt would rather not discuss, like it was a social disease. kinda ironic, huh? she fell for a greaser but seemed ashamed by it.
been wrenchin ever since. My earliest roddin' memory was sittin' on the back bumper of my Pops' (Grand Dad) water truck and turnin' the valve on and off for him to wet down the dirt track he owned in Mt. Vernon Ohio. The seed was planted, I was motor head at three years old. Life has been rough and really great. I just turned Fifty Years Old and decided to update my Bio as I looked back on all of the places, faces and things in my life.

Even when your stuff is all busted up and your pockets are empty....don't forget this one single thing (okay, yeah....there's others, so add this one.) YOU OWN THE BROKE STUFF YOU GOT and somebody else still wishes they had it. Hold onto it as long as you can and seek out the new owner, not just some dimple brain with the ready cash that will thrash and trash our precious few cars, rods, and customs. Bone Stock to the extreme, we are all in The Lead Brethren!

On another note, my beautiful bride of 28 years now, is hotter than ever. The Rods never come before her. Uuuuum, that sounds a little risque in a way.....hmmmm! The point is, she keeps me grounded and deserves a medal for it. Roses, kisses and hugs will never be enough. Yes, our love for cars, trucks, bikes and everything else mechanized runs deep, however, it's our sweethearts that ride shotgun with us in every aspect of life that makes everything worthwhile. Our gifts from God, may they never grow tired of our stinkin' baboon butts.