Who Are We?

Well, you don’t know me.

But I’m just a guy who’s spent more nights under cars than in a bed—learning the hard way, bleeding on concrete, and wondering how I got there. It was always the same story—no space, wrong tools, another all-nighter gone sideways. Eventually, the question grew louder in my head:

Does it have to be like this?

That question built Redline.

No grand openings. No big signs. Just a garage with the right tools, quiet hands, and a mission: to give people like us a real place to build—without limits. Right now, we’re still small. Just me, my girl, a few close friends, and Boomer, our shop dog and honorary foreman. But this is the start of something more. A hidden haven for the ones who live for pushing themselves, who feel most alive between the shifts and the sparks.

If you know, you know. And if you don’t— you will.

Now the question the really matters is —

Who are you?