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My Classic Car Collection Became a Family Battlefield, and I Had to Draw Financial Boundaries
Three employees became fifteen. Fifteen became fifty. Within a few years, we served clients across the country. Eventually, investors bought a stake in the company and the number on the contract still doesn’t feel real to me.
The Classic Car Collection That Told My Story
Each car I bought came at a turning point in my life. Not because I was “celebrating” in a flashy way, but because I wanted physical reminders of what I had achieved.
The first was a 1967 Ford Mustang, close to the one my grandfather restored. It was not in perfect shape. It needed work, attention, time. Restoring it felt like stepping back into childhood.
Then came a 1974 Jaguar E-Type, deep green, smooth lines, the kind of car that looks like it belongs in a different era. I bought it after my company had its first profitable year. Driving it with the windows down, I felt the kind of calm I rarely felt while running a business.
I found a 1973 Porsche 911 Carrera RS tucked away and neglected, and I spent more than a year bringing it back. The moment it ran properly, the sound of the engine felt like a reward you can’t fake.
