When I was 18 years old I helped Guy (the one flipping me off;) put a clutch in John Travolta’s Jaguar E-Type in Matt’s (the other one) shop in Monterey. It was an emergency thrash job since it was just a couple of days before the Concourse de Elegance and Mr. Travolta’s Jag was scheduled to be on the grass. The clutch had suffered a catastrophic failure while being off-loaded for Pebble Beach and Car Week all of those years ago and Guy had been contacted to conduct the repair. I was a young man with long dreadlocks living in my 1968 Volkswagen camper...and yet he picked me to help him with the job. We wore soft, white full body suits and gloves and taped every nut and bolt so that the wrenches and sockets wouldn’t mar the paint. We blanketed the entire area around the car...It took so much discipline to be that careful with the process at that age. I think it took even more patience for Guy to train me in careful, meticulous and methodical wrenching. He has always been a willing teacher...and still is. Growing up in Monterey and watching the beautiful cars come through town became pretty normal for me as a kid but that clutch repair was the first of many experiences on the inside of one of those lovely machines.
I haven’t spent much time with either since then, but working with these two men truly taught me the difference between doing a job and doing a job well. Seeing them together after all these years was certainly a highlight of this years Car Week. So much respect. #johntravolta #montereycarweek #lifelessons #honest #true #laughter #respect #storytimewithkyia