The Beginnings of Vroom & Board
I grew up in the garage, my head under the hoods of my father’s classics and my mother’s sensible standard drives, my tiny fingers touching the ribs of sparkplugs and anything else my father pointed to while he fiddled with this and that. My hands turned black gripping engine rubber and my father smiled whenever I sat on the edge of the driver’s seat and stretched my legs so my feet tapped the pedals. We would spend our weekend hours in this greasy haven, making frequent drives to and from automotive stores where we fetched parts in my father’s ’67 Volkswagen beetle, my left hand on the stick shift with my father’s right hand over mine.
In those moments, my senses were hyperactive, constantly shook up by the tangy smell of oil, the radioactive green of antifreeze, or the dense heat from the engine settling warm on my face. Together, my father and I ate up the road on hot rod wheels and it was perfect.
Years later, I was reminded of these memories when I stepped into the Vroom & Board garage. My first time, I was greeted by the voluptuous curves of automotive muscle under car covers. Even disguised, there was nothing casual about them. These cars were—still are, in fact!—legends of the road, designed and developed by legends themselves, like Camilo Pardo and Carroll Shelby.
I could just hear the deep rumble of their supercharger engines, and see the sleek frame reverberate to life. When I glimpsed the cars uncovered for the first time just a few days later, I saw my seven year old self in the driver’s seat, peeping over the leather bound steering wheel, down the length of carved aluminum.
See, Vroom & Board, just has that quality about it. Even before it was fully established, it possessed the sleek and shine that spelled “state-of-the-art” on your front windshield, all the while evoking the intimacy of a childhood memory. All it took was a family fueled by a similar love of autos for Vroom & Board to become more than just a storage place but a home for those memories and your car.