LIL' SHOP O' HISTORY
Formerly known as H.D. Garage, this Hull shop was once a full-on classic car and motorcycle restoration garage, owned and operated independantly by my dad, Barry Brown.

This place has seen everything from Coupes to Ledsleds to 1913 Harleys - this little shop's walls just drip hardcore!

In the tradition of my dad's independant and "take no shit" spirit, I keep things legit and work by my own watch. The result is furniture that's brought back to life with a rusty, true love. No bullshit.

"Back in the day!". When you've got about 50$ in your pocket and an unstoppable dream in your heart, you'll get pretty damn creative - pretty damn fast!

Building the shop was a bitch - undoubtedly. The fuckin' thing used to have a gargantuan sliding door that ran across the tiny backyard on a big-ass pole. If the door was open, the entry to the back of the house would be completely blocked! How the hell could someone build a sly, kickass Ford Coupe in an environment like this? Well, it got done...and dad got `er done! The power of desire! This is the attitude and perspective I have inherited from my father. It'll happen if I want it to happen! Fuck things gettin' in the way!...well, except for that honkin' door!

I still remember the coral reef of fenders, tires, frames and parts that dangled like stalactites from the ceiling of the garage. The flashy gold Harley eagle that hung at the very back in the gloom like the cross in a desolate church.

The Willys sittin' in the shade, jammed in tight next to the house with a garbage bag wrapped around the blower for rain protection. Dad driving me to that hellhole, elementary school, in the Ledsled and then later, in "Big Red" (our family vehicle to this day!)
The bad-ass choppers...(the ones that had NOTHING in common with anything produced by Orange County)...comin' around when my gang and I were all hangin' out actin' the way annoying little kids do - posing with bikes that were our Saturday morning cartoons come to life!

The roarin' test drives down Dumas street, the fringes swaying and the raspy laughter, the music....THE MUSIC! The hearse that sat in the dusty, weed-strangled driveway, the smell of WD-40 permeating everything, dad bustin' into the house while I ate my Zoodles, bitchin' that he got another sharp wire-wheel in his eye from the lathe.

Last but not least, the lessons. The lessons I learned by default, just by being there - in the eye of the storm. Like how to keep it real. How to run a business on your own terms. The headaches and the stress that run along side you when you LIVE for what you do and the payoffs of someone appreciating your art, wanting to make it a part of their world!

The joy of making something truly cool ACCESSIBLE to someone truly cool!

Keep it in the family!

THE "PURE HELL" SERIES

Inspired by 1968's record-setting hot rod race car "Pure Hell", all the furniture in this series is made with the "too fast for love" mentality in mind. That means perfect stuff for the rocker who's proud of his/her vices. Items in this collection are selling faster than their namesake has ever raced!

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