A spark, sunshine, and a warm breeze drifts in from the west, laced with the scent of oil, gasoline and the mechanical. Hot and dry mixtures fueling our little place in time.
History has rewound and the playback button has been depressed.
This is not a whim,..not a boasting of man's ability.
It is a passion between two friends.
A immersion into the life blood of hot rodding and its early birth pangs.
A re-creational journey to rebuild what once was for another man's very first time....
All over again.
And so it begins.
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