The collecting connoisseurs would find my workshop as repugnant as my restorations. While their shops look like Erik Buell’s garage, with lathes, drill presses, TIG welders, parts washers, and paint booths, I make do with a Costco workbench, cordless drill, and a bucket of Simple Green. I am an expert in the art of the rattle can. I have been known to soak a reluctant nut and bolt in Coca-Cola. When it comes to making tough parts fit together, I have no 20-ton press; there is only my wife’s hairdryer and a bag of ice cubes. I fill tires using a bicycle pump and have been known to wield a Crescent wrench. It’s a little shop of horrors in there.