The Fleetwood Built in My Garage
The second limousine was not perfect. In fact, it needed a lot. But that was nothing new to me. I saw what it could become.
After the first limousine, I had the opportunity to buy another one. This one was a 1996 Cadillac Fleetwood. It was a good limo, but the body needed serious help.
Both rust panels were basically gone. A lot of people would have looked at that and walked away from it. But that was never really how I looked at vehicles. I was always trying to see what they could be, not just what they looked like at the moment.
So we rebuilt it.
We were not buying perfect things. We were building them, saving them, and putting in the work.
With my father’s help, we fabricated the panels ourselves. My dad was a steelworker, a blue collar man, and one of the craftiest people I have ever known. He always had a way of figuring things out, and being around that made a huge impact on me. He was there beside me, helping me through the process, and I learned a lot in those moments.
Once the fabrication work was done, I painted the limousine in my garage. That vehicle became one of the early symbols of what this whole journey would be about. Not buying perfect things. Building them. Saving them. Putting in the work when other people would have given up.
There was something deeply satisfying about that phase of my life. We were not working out of some huge fancy shop. We were doing real work, with real effort, figuring things out one step at a time. That kind of experience stays with you. It shapes how you see problems later in life.
Looking back, that Fleetwood was more than just another limousine. It was a reflection of the mindset that was forming early on. If something needed to be rebuilt, we rebuilt it. If something needed to be fabricated, we figured it out. If something needed vision, we supplied it.
That garage build said a lot about the road ahead. The business was still young, the learning curve was still steep, and there was still so much I did not know. But one thing was becoming very clear. I was not afraid of the work, and I was not afraid to bring things back to life.
Craftsmanship shaped the journey
This was not about convenience. It was about vision, grit, fabrication, and the willingness to create something valuable with your own hands.