Cartersburg Customs

As a boy I can remember beating the long dusty aisles of old car swap meets to try to find that one part that my grandpa needed for one of his old cars. I remember riding to the trim shop in his 66 Mustang on a milk crate and then picking it up the next week with an awesome new interior. It got in my blood from a very early age and I can't get it out. I am always thinking of a sweet look for an old ride. I even build cars in my dreams. What can I say, I'm CAR SICK!! Thank you Grandpa, I love you and miss you every day.