meet Peter
I like to make stuff. And I like to know how stuff is made. When I was 8 or 9, I got a brand-new Schwinn for my birthday. The next day I had it completely torn apart, and my dad was not pleased. Day after that it was back together and my hide was not tanned.
Soon after, when baseball cards in the spokes got old, a neighbor friend and I figured out that mounting an old 2 stroke outboard motor onto that bike using a fan belt meant more speed than we had ever experienced before. And a lifetime of internal combustion was born.
Hot Rod Everything.
Tried to keep it out of view of my dad, but eventually he found out. And to my surprise he asked to try it out. The grin on his face was huge, and my hide was preserved, again. Later, when I asked if I could buy a motorcycle, he said that would be “just fine.” He was a cool guy. And he didn’t seem to mind that it had to be taken apart; modified, before being properly ridden. To this day- it seems everything I own goes through some form of customization.
Hot Rod Everything.
(Ain't she a 'beaut! She was driving the BelAir when we met. I can't be certain to this day if it was her, or the car... but i'll tell ya, the combo was irresistible.)