The Firebird we’d fixed up, the car Leo had given to Cass as a wedding present, would have made Dad drool. He’d taught me to love classic muscle cars and their sleek design. He’d taught me about working with my hands and how to break machines down, then build them up again. With every car and every bike we built, Dad might not be here, but he was a part of it. Every one.
I miss you, daddio
