Better late than never…

Back when I had just moved into the new workshop that my dad and I had finally finished building, David Cooper offof DZE Photography (he produces some of the finest automotive photography I have seen) stopped by for a visit to preserve the memory of the showroom-like space that I now spend 50% of my life in.


The MX5 and PS13 were soon manoeuvred out of the rain into their default parking spaces ready for a well earned bit of TLC.


Having the extra space to assemble and lay out the ongoing jobs made a huge difference in work output now that I wasn’t having to climb over gas bottles, tire machines etc.


There was finally room and adequate lighting to strip out the old cage and set about painting the original 2-tone doors (sue me) to match the rest of the car. The carefully placed roll of carpet was purchased to make a makeshift dash mat to hide the cringeworthy motivational quote that the new flocked dashboard had been blessed with by the previous owner in a moment of madness.


A second pillar drill was purchased for the sole purpose of being my thread tapping drill once my Pollard auto-reversing tapping attachment had been assembled.


I remember feeling like I was walking into a showroom when I first moved the cars in. The space was spotless and both cars were actually ready to do a days activities at a moments notice.

This wouldn’t last long of course – the upcoming Meihan day at Rockingham Drift Days was around the corner which left the PS13 with some rear quarter damage. Not only that – but the Mazda would soon have various parts stripped off to test fit new prototype parts (drop knuckles and all manner of adjustable arms). This ensured the workshop didn’t stay tidy for long.

I have never been an organised person, quite the contrary really but I’m told this is an indication of creative genius which helps me sleep at night when those images of half finished jobs pop up in your mind the moment you settle down to sleep.


The shelves immediately began to fill with components – leaving me massively overthinking and trying to imagine the most optimised system possible that would incorporate any future changes in he way I was doing things.

After accepting this was impossible, I figured I’d just put things in places and figure it out as time went on – much easier.

Once I’d finally settled on where to put things – I immediately emptied the shelves I had so carefully populated and assembled a batch of the new Superknuckles:


Something I soon noticed was that since leaving a 9-5 job, staring at the clock and wanting to go home was a thing of the past. It became all about checking the clock to see how much more you can get done before calling it a day. Knowing that its all down to you sure is motivating to get things done but luckily it doesn’t always feel like work.

I found that when I was in the rhythm of producing 40 odd wishbones or steering knuckles, I’d go for hours forgetting to eat, only noticing when I was no longer able to hold my hands steady enough to weld properly! Luckily Ben is often helping out and wastes no time asking what we’re going to eat and occasionally even picks up some supplies while I carry on getting work done. I appreciate all the friends that help out in their own ways so damn much. I truly couldn’t have reached this point without you guys contributing. Here’s a nostalgic dinner expertly presented by Ben on one of those occasions:


A special mention goes out to my Dad for building the workshop, processing the planning permission and carrying out most of the work himself. His creation has led to me being able to progress far, far beyond I ever could have done in the small garage space. I don’t say it as often as I should but I am inexplicably grateful for his help. Where would we be without our parents right?

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