08/14/2026
I always get asked…
How did you get so into cars?
My dad.
He has had this beautiful creature in the garage for years…rebuilding, refurbishing, and always tweaking… until the day when all was “done” and we would ride down King Street in Kitchener basking in the glory. “Done” meant the work of months or even just a weekend on setting something right.
That smell of true muscle, hard work, genuine leather and passion with a hint of rubber…
The feel of the unease of the 350 at idle because it longed to be at high speeds rather than sitting in traffic waiting to turn into the very busy Dairy Queen…
Those moments, those smells, those feelings, those small and big accomplishments of getting and keeping the muscle car running and contended like a roaring lion waking out of slumber…
all at the hands of a father who never gave up pursuit until perfection…
and a girl who learned early on, the metric system. To pass the right tools and keep the flashlight steady… I
Wanted nothing more but to one day learn … how to have and build this all for my self…
Stayed tuned …
Stella … my own is coming soon 💕
