Stepping inside an unassuming Pittsburgh garage the air feels heavy with history. Ferrari, Jaguar, Lamborghini, AC — names that shaped the language of speed - the names that defined eras of racing and excess — are lined up shoulder to shoulder, waiting patiently under covers like sleeping lions. It’s a place that could easily feel like a museum. But it isn’t. The heater hum, the bright lights, the smell of oil and gas — that all comes from a 21-year-old named Jacob Serbin. He is, in every sense of the word, a craftsman — one forged in grease, patience, and trial by fire. He is the conservator and mechanic of this wild collection owned by a man we will simply call Joey.