How the f#ck did I get here?

If personally hauling my family out to the drags at age seven wasn’t a dead giveaway, then maybe the fact that I was drawing cars before I could walk or talk was a better indicator of where my life was headed...

 

Maybe my father’s uncanny engineering skills, my mother’s artistic creativity, and even my older brother’s constant mechanical tinkering helped shape things a fair bit too...

 

Grabbing the wheel and giving it a real good yank could definitely be the discovery of the legendary CARtoons magazine at the tender but impressionable age of five...

 

And our family holidays, traversing all corners of this great brown land in a 283 powered Studebaker could’ve worn off on my psyche perhaps. I dunno…

 

Whatever it was that paved the road that is ‘my life’ after thirty odd years of sketching, designing, painting, sculpting and airbrushing cars and car related art – with a good half of that being thoroughly soaked to the bone with the various nectars of the gods - I find myself here.

 

Shit yeah, I’m feelin’ seedy, but bloody hell it was worth it.
Righto, enough of all this reminiscing . . .
pour us anothery, and bring on the next f#cking project