In a time not long past there was that guy down the street from you – that special car-crafting guru who could tune an engine by ear. He was revered by the local gearheads for his uncanny knack for creating not just impressive power, but also transforming chugging street slugs into razor-sharp sweetheart engines. He was like the Pinball Wizard – the deaf, dumb, and blind kid who could play those flipper fingers like he was part of the machine. We were all in awe of the Carb Wizard. We continue the tradition.