If you can find his shop, this is the scene that greets you as you enter. Ropes and pulleys are the only things keeping that little roadster up in the air. Yes, that’s a glider hanging from the rafters. “My shop is dark and dirty. I don’t dust, I don’t clean, and you won’t find any billet crap here.” – Scott Dapron

Stepping through the tall overhead door is a little like entering an automotive time portal. My first impression of Scott Dapron’s shop is like some blue oval version of that last scene from “Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Last Ark” where a worker pushes that crate carrying the Ark of the Covenant into the oblivion of a huge warehouse. Dressed in dirty jeans, plaid shirt, and a stained paper Oldsmobile hat, Scott stands just inside the big door like the gate keeper to an eclectic automotive altar. “The shop doesn’t get [...]