Got to thinking about how I got to be where I am now and reviewed my past. Back when shop class was offered in high school, I was exposed to stick welding, brazing, milling machine, and the holy grail of machine shop the metal lathe. Was instantly in love with metal working. Life happened and didn't touch a torch or any metal working machine after a 4 year stint in the Navy. Some 20+ years later I built my first frame. Now on the 4th one. After that I fixed up an old Mercedes 220D by replacing the floor pans, an old Porsche 914 rust bucket, and other mechanical wonders. Working metal is in the bones.

A wonderful life indeed.