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“Every artist dips his brush into his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.” --Henry Ward Beecher

It is a hot summer day and I am riding in the 1973 Roadrunner sitting next to my mom with the windows rolled down-- “I am cool”. We have just come from “the shop” where I spent many a summer day working with my family. This was what our family was about, our home was not the ranch house we lived in, rather the dirty old two-bay family shop on a busy street corner served as our “home”. My parents spent many a long-hard hour, as with most blue-collar workers, producing their own “art” through custom exhaust. Some are born with a silver spoon but I was born with a welder in hand.