Wolfeyes88

Not much to say. 22 years old. High school dropout, poor working class filth, good with a wrench and a blowtorch. Just a poor dumb kid trying to make a living and raise a little hell with loud pipes and burning rubber.

My older brother got me into turning wrenches at a young age(about 7-8) when he brought home a project Camaro. My dad helped steer me in the right direction by taking me to car shows, making sure to point out all the nice pre-64's and constantly tweaking our old '88 cop car to keep her running like a bat out of hell. May she rust in peace...