Joe Olson, my father. Currently he's rebuilding Model T, Model A,
Flathead Fords and whatever else comes in that nobody wants or knows how to rebuild.

Mitchell, my son. Well, he's not turning out to be much of a car guy, and that's ok.
We have enough elsewhere in the family to go around.

My Sister and family. Tristan and his dad Graeme (truck guys) with Tristan's first ride in a go cart. In background is what he normally drives. I'll have to find a pic of my sister's first car...a '65 Mustang with V8 & standard, competition yellow/flat black hood, etc.

Dad and the smarter son trying to figure out it won't work.

My cousin, Mark, derby driver from Hell. Inverted trunk was used as a ramp to get the car airborne, he and the crowd loved it.

My buddies keep asking why I don't build a derby car...my answer is always the same.
I can't spend the money or time working on the cars I drive every day,
much less on that I'm going out to drive for less than an hour.
My hat's off to all of these guys none-the-less.

A friend with his 1952 Indian with sidecar/sidekick.

Niece Hanna and her Mini. Her dad has my old '62 Morris Cooper 1275S in restoration process.