Name’s Cassie. I work on cars. When I say work on cars I don’t mean stand around and look cute while twirling my hair, I actually work on them and have the scars to prove it. I live for the tearing apart a car that has been sitting in a field for 30 years and fabricating it into a piece of art. Cars are my heart, my soul, and honestly my savior.
Back in 2008 at the end of my freshman year of college my parents told me to get a summer job. I was not about to work retail again wearing dress pants putting a smile on my face every time I walked by a customer. No, HELL NO! So like the shy little punk I am I had my dad make a phone call to a family friend who owned a restoration shop. I walked in the door knowing nothing about about cars and now 3 years later I’m part owner of the place and the shop has become my education and career.
So here is my journey through the hot rod world and taking my stand on what I define as badass, maybe even sharing a story or two about who I am.
Oh and btw my grammar is terrible and I can't write worth a damn so don't jump my case.
I do not take credit for any of the pictures posted unless otherwise stated.