TACOMA, WA - How long before we just have to suck it up? Zach figured he was going to fail his second decade - just a bug stuck-in-place. He needed something - he needed out. Zach was seventeen.
His neighbor had this classic car, in a thousand parts, under decayed blue tarps on his back lawn. It hadn't moved in decades until they opened the fence and pushed it across like a poker jackpot. Zach had bet everything on a '71 BMW 2800CS and a service manual.
People who never built a car told Zach the heap in his parent's yard was a terrible idea. They once tried a thing and failed, and that just goes to show you. But Zach also knew guys that had done it, and they had useful stories. That summer he learned some welding, wiring, and who to ask for help.
It was September when he finally got it rolling. Strangers waved and talked to him when they saw it - offered him wads of cash to buy it. They wanted a ride, and they asked his opinions. Folks shook his all beat-to-hell and dirty hands.
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