Soul Shots

Lost Soul Customs was built from steel, sweat, and stories — not just of machines, but of the man behind the wrench.

After 15 years serving as a Master-at-Arms in the Navy, the transition to civilian life wasn’t smooth. Structure gave way to silence, and purpose was harder to find. But in the eerie pull of Appalachian dark folklore and the roar of an old engine, something clicked. A new identity began to take shape — one forged in grease-stained hands and stories too wild to stay buried.

This is a one-man garage run by a self-taught mechanic who does everything the hard way — not for pride, but because it’s the only way that feels real. He believes machines are meant to work hard — and to keep them alive, they need more than a quick fix. They need time, attention, and a hell of a lot of respect.

Here, metal meets meaning. Whether it’s a stripped-down bike or a rust-bitten car, every project gets the same treatment: honest work, no shortcuts. He listens to heavy metal while hammering out panels and finds peace in the process. It’s more than a build — it’s a form of expression. A kind of therapy. A way to speak without saying a word.

Lost Soul Customs is where busted machines and forgotten stories are brought back to life. Inspired by the grit of Southern folklore and the ghosts of the open road, this shop isn’t just about custom work — it’s about connection. To history. To self. To the soul of the ride.

For those who live loud, ride hard, and carry a little darkness with pride — welcome home.