"What was he like?" I asked as George smiled.
"Stubborn." He said and I laughed.
"That sounds right." I said.
"He was also reckless, broke half the rules around here, and thought he knew more than everyone else." George said.
"That definitely sounds right." I said and George laughed.
"But he was one hell of a mechanic." He said as I looked at him.
"He told me once that he wasn't very good." I said and George's smile softened.
"Will never believed he was good enough." George said and I frowned.
"What?" I asked.
"He could rebuild an engine with his eyes closed, but he always thought someone else could do it better." He said as George walked toward an old toolbox.
"He spent years believing that he had to prove himself." He added and my throat tightened.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he
