A car forgotten. A frame eaten by rust. We pulled the bones from a barn and started by counting what was still there. Every weld a sentence. Every panel a vow. The pale horse rides again.
Strip to bare metal. Catalogue every crack and patch. Decide what survives.
New steel, fresh welds, panels reborn. The shell takes shape again.
Engine, gearbox, brakes. Mechanicals rebuilt to factory spec, then beyond.
Paint, leather, chrome. The pale horse walks out under its own power.