The completion of the Gullwing did not bring a sense of finality, but rather the quiet, potent hum of a beginning. The car, now whole and resplendent in its brutally honest aluminum skin, seemed to hold its breath in the center of the shop, a king returned to its throne after a long and arduous journey. The air itself felt different charged not with the frantic anxiety of a looming deadline, but with the profound, bone-deep satisfaction of a promise kept, a philosophy made manifest in steel, leather, and light. It was the quiet after the storm, but the landscape had been permanently, beautifully altered.
