We view an enthusiasts product without really knowing where they are. The location where they build makes a huge difference, in my mind, to the depth of their abilities.
Ok, look at it this way; your radiator blows up and needs replacement. Your capable and can repair it yourself so you order the parts, jack the car up and make the repairs. Easy. Easy for the auto enthusiast. The Auto enthusiast that plays on the wrench side of things. Well… maybe theres a couple more variables in that repair. Say you live in an apartment building and park on the city street. Your three ton jack which you bought when you lived somewhere more “garage facilitating”, is stored in your closet on the second floor of a building that has no elevator. The street is on the other side of the parking lot. The time of year is January and there is snow on the ground and the average temperature at that time is minus 10 degrees Celsius. Plastic parts are cold and brittle. the concrete is jarring to the muscles. The wind intermittently travels past your neck. I think thats enough a picture. What I’m getting at here is the environment tells much more a story then the product outcome.
An auto enthusiast of the wrench variety preservers. Especially with the crowd I grew up with. Guys and girls passionate within limited means. Ok, poor as fuck but not without a roof over our heads or ample ambition. Non of us felt sorry for ourselves or looked at us as ever being lesser. We worked hard and not necessarily doing what we wanted to but doing what we needed to. With all this and long winter seasons, cheap tool sets and cars forever breaking down we persevered. Not only did we persevere but I saw some amassing cars born in our environment. Not only created, built, crafted, but then had to endure hard winter after winter with salt and rocks. Bad roads… oh shit! the roads. Its said over and over, so these are not my words, but if your drunk you drive strait. If your sober you weave down our roads due to the pot holes, cracks and literally chunks out of the pavement.
These are the enthusiasts! Now I’m not at all talking down about builds from guys and girls who live where their cars are not ever under attack by the roads and weather but I hold my glass up high to those who build in the conditions here. Calgary Alberta, Canada. You know who you are. The low riders, polished cruisers, machined and built powerhouses. The daily drivers who’s cars were their projects. Your perseverance, dedication and insanity never went unnoticed and as I look around social media today, your cars come up time and time again as serious contenders in Canada, North America, And the world.
I’m seriously proud to have wrenched on the same cold concrete you did.