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I train people how to work on weapons of mass destruction.
I grew up no having Daddy buy me the latest ride on the showroom floor. I bought mine out of the paper and built it. My weeknights and weekends were under the hood of a 55 chevy. We were inventive, resourcefull, and the owner of the junkyard knew me by my first name. I could spot a parts car in a shed with the doors closed at midnight.