Braggaboutcars

I think that I must have been born with a wrench in my hand. When I was 12 years old my folks bought me a 50 Dodge in an attempt to keep me from taking the family car apart. When I was 13 my uncle gave me the remains of a 28 ford which started a life long love affair with cars. I have an ME degree but have made old cars my living (except for a small stint at resturanting UGH!!!!!) since 1972. Now semi-retired I work out of my home garage.