How Restoring Cars Relates To Reinventing Your Life

I want to restore vintage cars.

It’s been a dream and a goal of mine for quite some time.

My first project will ideally be a 67–69 Chevy Camaro, and if I’m really going big with this dream, it will be a Camaro SS RS, although their prices are going through the roof.

I love the lines of this car, I love its proportions, and I love its aggressive stance on the road.

In 1969 the car was a stallion, were there faster and more powerful cars? Sure, but it was still a stallion and a dream of muscle car lovers everywhere.

A 396 cubic inch engine pumping out 375hp to the rear wheels, those same rear wheels that leave strips of rubber all over the road when you mash the accelerator to the floor.

But with the passing of time, neglect, weather, and being treated poorly, the stallion has lost its original luster.

The core of the stallion is still there; it’s inherent to it. Nothing or no one can take that away.

I relish the idea of taking this car, no longer running at its optimal self, and reconnecting it to its previous glory.

Something dawned on me, and it’s why I love the idea of restoring a car and why I love the 1:1 work I do with clients.