My younger brother Mike had grown up to become a true car guy. Shunning the conveniences and boredom of driving a new car, he instead gravitated towards building his own rides. Some people found the dichotomy quite odd, as he was a certified A-mechanic at a Porsche dealership, yet drove to work in a primer grey ’55 Nomad wagon or on a Shovelhead chopper. You’ve possibly seen this type of character portrayed in the movies; one who looks totally out of place in his environment yet functions with an ethereal calmness while surrounded by the calamities of daily life.