A week of rust repair on a '72 Chevelle that reminded me why I got into this
Last fall, a guy brought in his grandpa's old Chevelle from Tucson, and the rockers were almost gone. We spent four full days just cutting and fitting new metal, no shortcuts. What made it stand out was the owner, an older guy, who just sat and watched us work, telling stories about the car. He didn't care about the bill, he just wanted it done right. It was a nice change from the usual insurance rush jobs. Anyone else have a customer lately who really appreciated the craft over just getting it out the door?