1932tudor

I worked on late model stock cars and Busch Grand National racecars for about ten years and finally got tired of unappreciative racecar drivers. So, I decided I would spend my time, money and skills on something I could enjoy for myself.
I built and now live in my hotrod shop. It’s a pretty barebones place, old parts, engines and tools. None of this jukebox, Elvis posters and poodle skirt carp. I had a bar chick walk in one night and say “This place screams F---in’ bachelor pad”. It’s been home ever since.