How It All Started
Look, I'm gonna be straight with you. This whole thing started in my dad's garage back in 2003 when I was supposed to be studying for my engineering finals. Instead, I was elbow-deep in the engine bay of a beat-up '87 BMW 325i that everyone said was toast.
That car taught me more than any textbook ever could. Spent six months bringing her back from the dead, and when she finally roared to life... man, I knew I'd found my calling.
Fast forward through years of working at various shops around Vancouver - some good, some not so much. Got tired of seeing corners cut on European cars that deserved better. So in 2018, I took the leap and opened Crimson Veilborn. The name? It's a nod to the blood-red 911 my grandfather used to drive, and the 'veil' represents uncovering the true potential hidden in every machine.
We're not your typical shop. We don't rush jobs, we don't use cheap parts, and we definitely don't treat your car like just another number.
