It’s a badass truck, for a badass man. A restoration. She was hand delivered to our house this week, after 2 years of labor. A gift for my love, Tommy.
I asked my brother to rebuild it. Wounds healed, holes repaired and life renewed. He’s a changed man… and the truck is nice too.
I could have had anybody build this truck. I could have had it in 2 months, instead of 2 years. But I didn’t just want the truck restored, I wanted my brother restored.
He has loved everything about motors and rust since I can remember.
There was a time, maybe you can relate, when he heard INNATE speaking withIN him so loudly. He KNEW he wanted to build cars. He KNEW he found his genius, his freedom and his peace in a garage.
And then, at 18, on the threshold of cultural adulthood, the world sent him a message many of us have heard…
“Why would you want to do that?!!?” “Just go to college, like the rest of your homies and get a real job, conform already damnit!” “You don’t want to just be a mechanic, do you??!!"
And despite what he felt in his bones, he listened. He took the advice, left the dream of being a magician in the shop, silenced his inner voice and pressed on into what was expected.
I watched him resist his domestication for years. I watched him struggle to make himself fit into a world he wasn’t built for. What was easily perceived as laziness and the easy road, I knew in my heart was the hard one. I didn’t just support his resistance, I encouraged it. And this is me, officially encouraging yours too.
The courage to RESIST conformity, to resist the pressure to just get a job and shut up and be greatfull... The courage to GIVE UP on the cultural hypnosis and GIVE IN to Innate… The courage to not just GET a job, but CREATE a job, by BIRTHING yourSELF and your dreams…
IS THE BIGGEST SHIT OF ALL.
To the world, dreamers look crazy. Dreamers are an inconvenient distraction to the grind.
Dreamers are aloof and delusional. Dreamers are a leach on society that is addicted to progress, rather that process.
And what I’ve come to believe is that all that is true.
I choose to resist the illusion that we must define our self worth in the finite world
of what we accumulate.
Our degrees, our labels, our boobs, and our bank accounts. We’ve been domesticated and graded with A’s and F’s, BS’s and 401K’s.
Until we wake up, we carry the weight, good and ugly, that has been projected onto us from the minds and mouths of others.
Until we wake up and remember who we are, we believe the bullshit and grind for the sake of grinding, forgetting in our slumber that we were born for BIGNESS.
Austin Automotive was born out of LOVE.
And this 65’ GMC is our first baby. The love reunited my brother and our cousin, after years of distance, and together, they are creating a new life in a shop build by our great grandpa's bare hands.
I couldn’t be more proud of them.
I couldn’t be more in awe of their perseverance through the painful process of GIVING IN and surrendering to INNATE.