Hot rods, restorations, weekend warriors, and the daily driver that needs a real mechanic. London's loudest speed shop. Park out front.
Carburettors, distributors, points, drum brakes. We still own the tools. Bring it on a trailer or roll it in.
Bodywork, paint, interior, mechanical. We will quote phase by phase, not as a blank cheque.
Carburettor jetting, ignition timing, header tuning, dyno time. Old-school numbers, new-school dyno.
Yes, we still do oil changes and brakes on the daily. Same chair, same coffee, same neon.
Bringing home a project? Take us with you. Two hours on a lift, written report, photos.
Small block, big block, flathead. Machine work, balancing, assembly, break-in. Quote per build.
Park out front under the neon. Tell us what is going on. We will write it down and walk it through with you.
We diagnose, photograph, call you back with parts cost + labour. Old-school honesty, new-school texting.
Photos of the work, old parts in a box if you want them, written warranty. Saturday cruise night handshake.
Two guys. One bay. A neon sign that took two months to wire. We opened in 1998 because every shop within fifty miles had stopped working on carburettors. Twenty-seven years later we still answer the phone the same way: yeah, bring it in.
Hot rods, kustoms, weekend cruisers, daily drivers, an occasional motorcycle, and a steady stream of restoration projects. We do not chase the new stuff. We do the work nobody else wants to take on. We are open Saturdays because that is when the cruise nights end.
“Brought my 67 Camaro in for a no-start. They had it lit up by Friday. Took photos of the old parts and put them in a box for me. That is how it should be.
“The neon sign alone is worth the drive. The work is what keeps you coming back. Honest, fast, real hot-rod people.
Look for the 14-foot neon. We are between the diner and the tattoo shop, can't miss us. Trailer parking out back. Cruise night every other Saturday in summer.
