There’s a kind of poetry in steel that once wore a badge. In this case, the badge wasn’t on the grille but on the door—a Washington State Patrol emblem, long gone but never forgotten. What you see ...
It doesn’t take a six-figure supercar or a concours queen to make jaws drop. Sometimes all it takes is a dusty garage, a forgotten key, and the stubbornness of two gearheads who refuse to give up.