Hello There And Welcome

I've got a husband who always tells me often crazy, but remarkably interesting tales about the automobiles he repairs. My husband's name is Massimo and although I know a lot of you out there are already familier with his work, for those of you who are not, he is an Italian import himself. He specializes in the mechancal repair of exotic automobiles, and more specifically, Ferrari. He has a great love of Italian cars and began his apprentiship when he was 14. He has repaired these cars now, for over 30 years. I think he is as fascinating as the automobiles that he works on and I think you will think so too.

We run a small repair shop in Oldsmar, Florida, called The Auto Legend. He diagnosiss, inspects, troubleshoots and repairs exotic automobiles, and I do mean exotic, some of the vehicles he's repaired in the past are listed as "3", of 3. Meanwhile, I take care of the paper work, run errands, move cars, sometimes help him with repairs when he needs another hand and the rest of the offen essential, somewhat boring background stuff that needs doing on a daily basis. My name is Leah, and I'm Massimo's wife, and although, I'm not a big car person, (I can't tell you makes and models off the top of my head, or who changed what in what year, so bare with me on some of my discriptions for those of you who can!) I do appreciate beauty and I think these cars are exquisite!

The thing is, with our shop if your Ferrari ends up here, it's usually for a perplexing, perhaps detrimental, but always unfixable, problem. Some where, some how, at some moment, someone or something made unwanted changes in a part of the system that affects it's performance and although the car has made the rounds to all the regular mechanic shops AND the dealer, the problem never gets solved.

We're the shop of last resort, and these are our stories.