Built. Restored. Driven.
Don's Garage is a personal collection of American cars — and the roadside iconography that surrounds them. Every car runs. Every sign lights. Restored by hand, driven on purpose.
Cars that still go.
Hot rods. Pre-war coupes. Brightwork that took a winter to polish. Nothing in the bay is a trailer queen — they fire on the first crank and the speedometers tell the truth.
Brought back correct.
Every panel pulled, every wire re-loomed, every chrome piece re-dipped. Architects draw things that have to stand up; Don restores things that have to roll out under their own power.
Lit by neon.
Texaco. Gulf. Sky Chief. Siesta Motel. The cars sit in a room built out of the iconography that put them on the road in the first place — porcelain enamel, hand-bent neon, working pumps that wheel out for a fill-up.
Don Foster — architect, restorer, dad.
Spent a career drawing buildings that had to hold up. Turned the same eye on the cars and signs he grew up looking at. Raised a family of people who think about taste, attention, and craft because they grew up watching someone live that way.