The workshop
One line, drawn end to end.
A panel man spends his life following lines. The line of a wing, of a bonnet, the one an impact broke and that has to be found again. Here is ours, and it starts in Maranello.
The father
He spent his career at Ferrari. He never made a story of it, and perhaps that is why it lasted. What he brought home was not tales from Maranello, it was a way of looking at a panel before laying a hand on it.
What gets passed on
Jason learned on the shop floor, not from a manual. Running a hand over a panel with your eyes shut to feel what sight will not show. Measuring twice. Refusing a blend that would pass under strip lights but give itself away in daylight. Those reflexes are not taught, they are caught.
The Charleroi workshop
Rue de Marchienne, a building where the jig and the spray booth stand twenty metres apart. That is what makes it possible to follow a car from strip-down to the day it leaves, without ever handing it to somebody else.
What runs today
Dinos, a Bizzarrini, Porsches, modern Ferraris, and cars nobody has heard of that matter to the people who bring them. A line that closes on itself, and starts again with the next job.
The equipment
What it takes to hold a measurement and a colour. Nothing remarkable taken one by one, but all of it under one roof.
Straightening jig
Measuring bars and rams to bring a shell back to its original figures.
Spray booth
Calibrated lighting and filtered airflow. A colour is judged here, not out in the hall.
Vehicle lifts
For mechanical work and inspecting the underside, brakes and running gear.
Covered storage
Cars waiting on parts or on a decision stay inside, never out in the yard.