03/22/2026
I want to take a moment to honor Jesse Miller and send my thoughts to his family.
Jesse was more than a neighbor—he was a mentor, a teacher, and someone who truly cared about the people around him. When I first met him, he took me under his wing and taught me how to weld and work on cars. He gave me my first real opportunity and even handed me the tools I needed free of charge, just so I could get started.
He helped me build my first T-bucket, showed me how to do the interior, and helped get it painted that bright orange. I’ll never forget when he took it for a ride down the alley—that was a moment I’ll always hold onto. He even helped me chop my first car, a ’33 Chevy, and was always there to guide me every step of the way.
Jesse was the kind of person who would always take the time to help others. He was one of the most caring people I’ve ever known, always willing to lend a hand and share what he knew.
Whenever someone asks me how I learned to do what I do, my answer has always been simple: Jesse Miller taught me.
He lived just a couple houses down, always out there working on old cars. That red Ford he was so proud of is something I’ll never forget. Every bit of knowledge and experience I have today traces back to him and the time he gave me.
Even after I got hurt, I kept building hot rods—and that’s because of what he taught me.
Jesse was an amazing man, and he will never be forgotten.
Thank you for everything, Jesse love ya