My Dad likes to say (in reference to himself), "I'm a jack of all trades and master of none."
Anyone who has met my Dad will probably beg to differ. He can pretty much fix anything that is broken, and if it's not broken, he can still make improvements on it. He can build anything he sets his mind to and that's where this story begins.
[Insert Disney fairy tale music here.]
Once upon a time, a knight named Brave Dave wished for a righteous steed in which to roam the land. A Shelby Cobra was the chosen breed, and blue it should be. He searched night and day to find the perfect breeder and Factory Five Racing was just what he had in mind. Now, he just had to wait for the steed to arrive.
One bleak wintry day, the message was delivered. The steed would arrive today. And so it did, late on that cold afternoon. It traveled cross country, all the way from Boston to Anahuac.
The fine steed wouldn't be ready for rescuing damsels in distress quite yet. It was in need of some work and training.