05/31/2026
2 months since my hero and biggest champion left. It’s weird how your brain tries to protect you and make it feel longer, and further from the surface. Yet it all comes rushing back in waves like you got pulled out with the tide, and smashed back into shore.
Every weld, every ratchet wrenched is an extension of the man. Every day I check in it’s a continuation of what we built. It’s all because of him. We started extremely humble, from a camper, to an old double wide trailer. Surviving on grit and the willingness to never stop working when others punch out and head home. I remember selling muscle cars with him at 11:30 at night. He didn’t mind, he loved it. You can’t fake desire and authenticity. If you have it in your work you’ll never be slow.
Looking at old pics from the early days on our little lot. Always felt blessed to get anything we could get our hands on. No ego expectations, just take what the world gives you. The only person I’ve ever met who couldn’t force pretentiousness if he wanted.
Turn up the Marshal Tucker and ponder your life. What’s it for, who’s it for? What’s it mean? Just fly and take it in I reckon.
