Terry is an amazing person. I brought him my mom’s beat up 1978 4-door Rabbit back in the late 80s and he turned it into a TransAm-shaming rat-rod. He’d say stuff like, “How about this custom tri-y header ...” (or something or other). Not only did he build me the ultimate sleeper, he also shared a passion of photography and Formula 1, introducing me to FOSA with which I got tickets to the 1989 French Grand Prix, met a motley group of charismatic photojournalists from around the world, and got shots of all the 80s legends from the edge of the front straight at Paul Ricard! Even though I lost my Griffin Rabbit to my misguided youth, I still have Terry, more than 30-years later. Love you brother.