I was in my twenties when I got the inspiration to build my own car. I wanted something that I could be really proud of, so I decided that building it was the only way. I got a new engine from a shop in Sacramento and even found brakes in Shingle Springs for a great deal. Each and every bit of car was purchased over time, compiled in our garage, and slowly put together by my dad and me. It was five years before the car was done, but in the end I had a great Mustang that was the envy of all of my friends. I guess it’s just lucky for me that my dad is so good with cars. I know that I could have never done it all alone.