I got my first car, a 1967 Pontiac Tempest rag top for my 15th birthday, this was 1978. I was the kid in the neighborhood who before that defining moment had worked on everything from Schwinn Stingrays to skateboards to Go Karts and mini bikes. Once the 80' hit and you could scoop up any and every muscle car for a few hundred bucks, I did just that! While all my friends had summer jobs I was build
ing cars right out of my pops driveway and making a pretty penny at it as well. The 90's came as well as fatherhood. A lot of things got set aside, but the passion for digging up old steel still ran through my blood even though idiots with fat pockets drive the price of American Muscle higher and higher to the point even the worst piece of scarp was untouchable. Now as I'm older, smarter, and a very good hunter. I find and rescue the cars forgotten and left behind. The people that held on to their "prize possession" to long and missed the gravy train and left it to rot, or simply passed on without being able to fill their pockets before they left have given me and many other the chance to retrieve, rescue and restore (for the most part) these fallen hero's of time and pass them into the hands of their next care takers. Simply put; Rebel Dogs Garage - no attitudes, just a passion for preservation of the cars of the past.
