The Stepnose wasn’t planned. It happened.
One Sunday morning, someone stopped to admire the car. Conversation led to mention of two Stepnoses in poor condition. Numbers were exchanged with no real expectation. Two days later, I was loading them up after making what can only be described as an irresponsible offer.
That was the moment things shifted.
The decision to build a car specifically for Simola felt like progress. It wasn’t. It was escalation. I had moved from not understanding what I was doing with one car, to committing to doing it with two more.
The idea was clear: build something intentional.
The execution was not.
The build started. At the same time, life carried on — including a three-week European trip that had nothing to do with the build and everything to do with distraction. Somewhere along that trip, the name OneTrackMind was coined. At the time it meant very little. In hindsight, it was accurate.
The Stepnose was being built while I wasn’t there. That should have told me something.