As kids in Canada, we were captivated by the golden era of American muscle. There was something magical about those cars from the ’60s and ’70s—the raw power, the design, the attitude. We didn’t just admire them from afar. We studied them, chased them, and eventually, each of us scraped together enough to buy our first classic.

Those first cars—one a rumbling ‘68 Camaro, the other a sleek ‘71 Barracuda—became the start of something we couldn’t stop. Fixing, tuning, restoring, driving. We weren’t just collecting cars; we were reviving icons.

What started in a backyard garage became a full-blown mission. As we tracked down rare models and improved them piece by piece, we realized we had built more than a collection—we’d built a lifestyle. To keep it going, and to share it, we opened our dealership. Not just to sell cars, but to connect with others who feel the same way we do when they hear the deep growl of a vintage V8.

Now it’s not just our story. Our sons inherited our passion—and not just the cars, but the knowledge, the respect for the craft, and the fire that comes with every perfectly restored engine. And now, we’re watching them pass that same love to their kids.
This isn’t a job for us. It’s not a trend. It’s our heritage. Our history. A family tradition that keeps roaring down the road.