Each and every project car tells a story of its own. Some, on one hand, tell a story of rapid ascent, fueled by deadlines, Red Bull, and overnight shipping. On the other hand, some tell the story of a slow, calculated burn only enriched my methodic, well-planned, and orderly execution. Few cars, though, have a better story than those that have been with their owner for a decade or more: the builds that have been built and built again.
I’ve always felt that there’s something… an all but impossible-to-define aspect that cements a car as truly befitting of the “StanceWorks” ethos. In the nearly twelve years since StanceWorks began, we’ve stood as a haven for the odd balls and the misfits, celebrating cars that owners bestow merit upon, as opposed to those we see with merit on their own accord.
“That’s ridiculous,” exclaimed Les Nimmo, bordering somewhere between a laugh and a grimace. It was the first thing he ever said to me, following my explanation of the problem at hand. For reasons not worth explaining, it was imperative that I find a way to mate an S550 Mustang hub and bearing to an SN95 Mustang spindle, some six years ago. Three other machine shops had said it just wasn’t going to work, and that I was better off finding an alternative. The .
A monolith, set upon a backdrop that can only be found in the foothills of the San Joaquin: Justin Chenoweth’s 4×4 E-150 is, at mini,um, an imposing force on the trail. It towers above seemingly every vehicle on the dirt at nearly 9 feet (3m) tall; its shadow stretching for miles at dusk. At its widest, the van spans just two inches shy of a Hummer H1, pushing tight trails and obtrusive brush to their limits thanks to its Super Duty running gear and 35″ BFGs.
We all own cars and trucks for different reasons, largely to fill practical needs of transportation, while some fill selfish voids that we convinced ourselves that we have. I was left with a gap when I moved out of the city back to my small hometown to a perfect little house with a view down an old dirt road. I have a boring daily that fills most all my needs, and I sold off my “selfish void” of an RX7.