Raven Hello… I’m Raven.

I grew up in the misty countryside of Britain, surrounded by old stone barns and forgotten machines. While other girls were chasing boys or dreams, I was drawn to the quiet ghosts in rusted metal — the stories cars carry long after their engines go silent.

I listen. I watch. I remember.

When I moved to Kentucky, I brought that same quiet reverence with me. My ‘66 Mustang Fastback is blacked out for a reason — some things are meant to be seen in shadows.

I don’t just fix cars. I keep their secrets.

And yes… I have a raven named Shadow who perches in the rafters and occasionally offers his own dry wisdom.

If you like stories that run deeper than chrome and horsepower, come sit with us. The garage is always open… and the shadows have plenty to say.