Walking through a yard outside of Odessa, I found the 1995 Chevy 2500 in a corner, forgotten and wrecked. It was hard to imagine that it was once someone’s pride and joy. I decided to take it home and, with the help of my brother Jose, we spent entire nights working on it. A year later, the bright candy red paint and perfectly tuned engine had the neighbors’ eyes shining with nostalgia.