Dean grew up in a desert town outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. His first obsession was vintage cars. Those sleek, bulbous, flashing beauties with the pastel colors and chrome. As soon as his fine motor skills had developed enough to hold a wrench, he started to learn to work on cars. In his teen years he was blessed to have parents who nurtured his obsession and would help him find and buy old junker cars that he could re-build from just an old, rusted frame. While his other friends were getting in trouble, Dean was in the garage with a six pack of beer, some bitchin’ tunes from the 1950’s and his latest project – remember, cool parents.
When he was in college, to help with his tuition and his vintage car obsession, he got a job at a greasy spoon kind of place and got really good at being a short-order cook. He was fast and efficient, having worked with his hands since a very young age. Since then, Dean has graduated from college and from the greasy spoon. He has worked in burger joints, steakhouses, bars, and some fancy shamcy places in the kitchen – all to pay the bills and fund his many, many, many cars that he sells on the side once he has fixed them up, which brings in a fair amount of cash – usually enough for him to splurge on himself and buy a couple rusted out frames to start over.
He had a comfy life in Nevada. However, when he got a call from one of his buddies, Creed, asking for his attention, Dean felt he could use a change of scenery for a bit. Dean had met Creed in Vegas a few years back and bonded over vintage cars, food, and good liquor. So, Dean loaded up his vintage convertible and headed for Florida to meet Creed’s sister who he had heard so much about.
When he was in college, to help with his tuition and his vintage car obsession, he got a job at a greasy spoon kind of place and got really good at being a short-order cook. He was fast and efficient, having worked with his hands since a very young age. Since then, Dean has graduated from college and from the greasy spoon. He has worked in burger joints, steakhouses, bars, and some fancy shamcy places in the kitchen – all to pay the bills and fund his many, many, many cars that he sells on the side once he has fixed them up, which brings in a fair amount of cash – usually enough for him to splurge on himself and buy a couple rusted out frames to start over.
He had a comfy life in Nevada. However, when he got a call from one of his buddies, Creed, asking for his attention, Dean felt he could use a change of scenery for a bit. Dean had met Creed in Vegas a few years back and bonded over vintage cars, food, and good liquor. So, Dean loaded up his vintage convertible and headed for Florida to meet Creed’s sister who he had heard so much about.
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