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…]
It’s been over two months since the last time I published anything here.
Could this be the end of Gearbox Magazine?
Part of me says yes. Part says no.
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…]
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…]