Pesky Who?

Rumor has it that Peskyho’s love for a fast car began the day she was born. Buckled safely into her little car seat, the pink baby bundle was enveloped in the warm hum of her father’s Porsche 912 as they raced back to the homestead from the hospital. From that day on she was hooked; addicted to the thrill of quick acceleration and the yummy smell of a warm engine.

As Peskyho matured she found that the other girls in her neighborhood were more interested Barbie dolls than Hot Wheels. And as they developed, these same girls proved more concerned with expanding their bust lines with socks than with expansion chambers and fuel additives.

So Peskyho was left to her own devices, spending her teenage years between the front and back seat of many a boyfriend’s old fixer-upper. On occasion she would get her hands dirty with her own mechanical project, but decided that in the end it is more fun to be in the drivers seat than under the hood. It was during this time she learned the difference between a Dodge Dart and a go-cart, a Barracuda and a Stingray. And the rest, as we say, is history!

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