Tonight, coolant, oil, and ATF will spill onto the floor. Sparks will fly as cutoff wheels wear themselves away to their own demise. Grease and grit will work their way under our fingernails as we do whatever it takes to build a car and send it screaming through the night as fast as we can, as loud as we dare make it. Horsepower will double in a matter of hours as we yank a worn and tired heart from yet another car and replace it with something that was never intended to be there.
We will work into those late hours of the night, only capitalized upon by those who are up to no good… or those of us who build cars.
Tonight, spark-plugs will fire, turbos will whine, and yet another car will bark, burble, and pop its way out of this garage.
