out of separate shops on the west coast arises a vision of automotive originality.
"The chief enemy of creativity is good sense." —Pablo Picasso
It shouldn't exist, but here it is, in a small shop, behind a green, wooden roll-up door, in an old, nondescript, unmarked building on a side street in perpetually funky Santa Cruz, California. It's a never-run, air-cooled, 520-hp 12.7-liter V-12 aircraft engine, the last of which was assembled in 1945. Called the Ranger V-770, it's an angry-looking, supercharged monster with huge, aluminum-finned steel barrels sticking out of a two-piece aluminum crankcase. Wires snake from the distributors, sending juice to the 24 spark plugs. It's an archaic escapee from World War II, when piston engines still ruled the air. Now it's just sitting on a…