Why Me?

A Legacy of Hard Work & Old-School Pride

My journey into car detailing started long before I ever picked up a buffer. I come from a long line of hardworking men—my grandfathers and dad—who passed down a love for old-school values, strong hands, and doing things the right way. They could fix anything, and they taught me that pride in your work—and your tools—matters.

It Started with a Jeep

In 2019 I bought a 1998 Jeep, in cash. She wasn’t perfect, but she was mine—and she had the bumper sticker to prove it: “She ain’t pretty, but she’s paid for.” At one point, I even lived out of that Jeep, and in a lot of ways, it taught me a lot. After a few mechanical hiccups and a fuel pump replacement, I realized I had accidentally become a mechanic overnight.

The Birth of a Passion

That experience sparked something in me—a deep pride in keeping my ride running strong and looking its best. What started as survival became a passion. I found real joy in cleaning, fixing, and bringing vehicles back to life. Over time, I started detailing family cars, then neighbors’—and now I’m proud to turn that grit and love for detail into a business.