Jen Mussari

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Daddy Mussari

Jen Mussari

I'm pretty sure that motor oil is in the Mussari bloodstream. If you're a Mussari, it's likely that you tend to have a visceral reaction to all things chrome, can instinctively decipher which engine sound comes from what make of motorcycle, and have a constant catalog of car model names and years running in your head. At least, my dad does, and he passed that along to me. Check this old photo (early 70s, maybe 1971) of my dad (showing off his little boy muscles on the left) and a motorcycle he must have scrapped together using what looks like a lawnmower engine, a mechanic's dolly, and who knows what else.

My dad, Matt Mussari, and a couple of members of the local child gang

My dad, Matt Mussari, and a couple of members of the local child gang