1965 Chevy Nova

I grew up in Southern California with two older brothers who spent most of their time building cars. They made some of the most amazing cars in my parent’s garage. Every penny my brothers earned from after-school and summer jobs went into their cars. One Saturday night when I was 13, my oldest brother asked if I would like to take a ride before he headed off to Whittier Boulevard to find a few races. I got excited beyond belief as I hopped into my brother’s car. We proceeded to drive over to the oil fields in Santa Fe Springs.