The time change messed my body rhythm up like it always does, but I still managed to be the first one on the job Monday morning. I stocked the fridge with Mountain Dew, because no one else would, and put a pot of coffee on for the bosses. Not that they’d ever say thank you, but they were much less grumpy if they found it already brewed when they walked in. My challenge for the day was a souped-up truck. The owner wanted flames down the side panels all the way to the tail gate. The truck was black, ...