Our family didn't begin in a factory. We began in driveways — taking deliveries off the truck, loading our own beds, and walking into other peoples' yards to put a roof over a table.

For years we were the team on-site. We measured in February light and August heat. We cut other manufacturers' aluminum and re-cut it when their tolerances were wrong. We wrote the punch lists nobody wanted to read.

Somewhere in those years, the same complaints kept arriving in the same handwriting. The motors that failed in year three. The powder coats that chalked. The joinery that sang in the wind. The warranty letters that pointed at a manufacturer two continents away.

The Luxury Pergola is what remained after we refused each one in writing — and then refused each one in the build.