This guy.
I could go on and on about this guy. [Read more…]
Gearheads united.
Every year on April Fool’s Day, we make wild predictions—about gearhead work, life, and alignment. [Read more…]
I’ve already mentioned living on Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas. Riding the 3-wheeler, getting bit by the same dog twice, Dad’s brand new Chevy conversion van – the one stolen/repo’d our first week in Detroit. What I didn’t mention was Fort Bliss was where my brother and I had our first run-in with a Volvo. [Read more…]
The second half of my first grade year took place in Seattle, Washington. I’ve never lived in a more interesting neighborhood than I did there. I asked my mom if she remembered the address so I could Google Street View the place. All she remembered was “Magnolia” and the street was “a number of some kind.” (Hey, it’s been 30 years.) [Read more…]
If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve shifted towards more storytelling here lately. I’m trying to post more often; working on my gearhead autobiography. [Read more…]
(Reminder: This is a rough draft.) [Read more…]
And airplanes. Not so much boats and motorcycles, though I’ve always admired them from a distance. Chalk it up to one of those things where you know you’d probably love it and have even less time and money to spend on yet another interest. [Read more…]
Tracking suggests my 1975 Lesney Atlas will arrive tomorrow.
That’s my earliest gearhead memory.
I have others. [Read more…]
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a gearhead. To me, that was better than being anything else. To be a gearhead was to explore the world. [Read more…]