Shkoda & Jonathan
Shkoda
So you're into cars? I just finished breathing life into a '70s muscle car that had been stuck in a ditch for a decade. The whole thing felt like a detective story—each bolt a clue, every squeak a chapter. What's the most mysterious car you've ever fixed or owned?
Jonathan
I once had a 1970 Camaro that was a mystery wrapped in rust. The first thing I noticed was that every time I turned the key, the engine would start on the second attempt, like it was playing a game of hide‑and‑seek with me. When I lifted the hood, the radiator was oddly full of a greenish sludge that smelled faintly of citrus—definitely not what you'd expect under a Chevy. Digging deeper, I found a tiny, rusted tin box in the dash that contained a stack of postcards from a road trip across the Southwest in the '70s, all written in a shaky hand that looked like it had been penned by someone who never quite finished their sentences. It made me feel like I was part of a long‑lost story, and every repair felt like I was writing a new chapter. How about you? Any cars that feel like they’re hiding a secret?
Shkoda
Got a '72 Corvette that was like a secret agent—turns out the dash had a hidden compartment that held a whole stash of old comic books from the 60s. Every time I popped the hood, a fresh comic would pop out like a magician. Made the whole restoration feel like a scavenger hunt. What’s the weirdest treasure you’ve uncovered while tinkering?