Just a quick intro. I've spent my whole life with a strange illness that I'm pretty sure will be understood here. I have within me a burning desire for all things automobile. I live, breath, think and dream it every day. I may not be be pomp and rolled jeans, but I live the life. Back in the early 90's I was lucky as hell to find a gig at an old skool hot rod shop as an apprentice. Within a year I was a painter and doing all the final detail work. That was the best job that I ever quit. I went got myself an edumaction at some pricey skool and proceeded to persue a number of careers and jobs and have settled down as a professional slack ass. I've been with the same wonderful girl for the last ten years, and count myself lucky. As for the dream I'm still looking for the right car, but I will find her someday. There is hell of a lot more to the story but we will leave all of that for another day. John
Welcome. You don't need rolled Levis and a pack of Marlboros in your shirt sleeve. Most of us here share the same affliction.........mostly without the "lifestyle" trappings.
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