"Hm? Oh, mostly self-taught, b-but you helped out a lot, gave me a mind f'it," Cass chuckled, before running his fingertips over the body, eying the holes - a few could be patched with putty, but there were holes big enough that they'd either need to fabricate and weld, or go salvage better-off panels. "Just a little love, s'all," he said under his breath, before looking back up to Dean, "Yeah, s'his pro-project more than mine, a '72 GTO. We've g-got a few months of work in, but she's going to take at least, erm..." he mentally tallied up all of the work, taking a sip of beer, before coming up with, "About a year and a half's work, if we keep on at this pace, with luck on our side to find the right parts."