Racing Heart of the Coast

Growing up on the East Coast, my introduction to the "muscle" of American engineering was through my cousins’ Mustangs. There was a raw, honest power in those cars that stayed with me long after I moved West. Since then, I’ve found that California has its own deep, hidden racing soul—did you know AAA actually began as a private club for race car drivers when this state had more tracks than anywhere else in the country?

Whether I’m walking through a show in El Segundo or catching the lines of a vintage model on PCH, I’m always struck by the stewardship required to keep that history alive. It’s about more than the mechanics; it’s about a reverence for the legacy. To me, a well-kept car is like a well-kept home—it’s a reflection of a life lived with intention and an eye for the iconic.