Fellow Hamb'er, Gary Terhaar. Look him up. We were union auto mechanics in a haunted hell hole built on an Indian burial ground. Yea the place had issues, so fitting that he was the last one standing after 20 years. I hadn't met him yet as he was recovering from a motorcycle wreck, but I heard the stories. By age 24, (1995) I realized I liked tinkering a whole lot more than fixing. One spring day ole' Gary asked me if I would "help" him do a tranny job at his house that night. Well I got there and yanked the tranny myself while Gary fiddled with his newly born again H/D loowrider. Did I say low? I plopped the torque converter on the driveway and showed him the missing teeth on the flywheel. I recommended a machine shop where they exclusively overhauled torque converters, only 20 minutes away. They would be closed in less than a half hour so I suggested we got going. Gary paid no mind. He slapped the converter on the bench, fired up the tungsten zapper and dabbed about a dozen blobs where teeth used to be. He spooled up the spark maker and shaped the blobs into teeth. Turned around and got lost in his two wheeler again. I mashed the car back together, he yanked the coil wire and cranked it a bunch of times. Consistent cranking was all I heard, no funny noises whatsoever. Four hours after arrival, I was driving home with a crisp hunj neatly folded in my pocket, nice coinage back in 1995. Right then and there I knew being an ordinary mechanic would not suffice. 14 years later we are the best of friends, I am the supervisor of an Air Force machining and welding shop and Gary? He builds hotrods fulltime, self employed with unlimited capabilities. I owe it all to the man with no equal, and that is Gary Terhaar.