Slowing Down
Friday, February 23, 2024
As the sun began to set on Sunday afternoon, I peered out the garage door at my roadster, which I had parked in the street earlier in the… continue reading »
As the sun began to set on Sunday afternoon, I peered out the garage door at my roadster, which I had parked in the street earlier in the… continue reading »
My wife’s late model took a shit in the most epic of ways and I am headed to the dealership this morning. Bit of a rush, but I… continue reading »
A week has gone by, and I’m still on my competition car kick. Last week, it was the Willys. This week? Well, we’re taking a look at something… continue reading »
Wally Graner’s old man belonged to the breed of early virtuosos in the riding mechanic game – a maestro on the asphalt of Indianapolis 500 and the dusty… continue reading »
Super Bowl hangover… The pounding aftermath of a gridiron spectacle that leaves your head rattling like a shaken (not stirred) cocktail. Yeah… I am going to take the… continue reading »
I’ve wanted a 1941 Willys coupe since I was 10 years old. Even then, I had the formula figured out. Nose up, blown smallblock, fenderwell headers, four-speed, Olds… continue reading »
On Monday through Friday, I make lists. Lots of lists—both of the bullet point and the “to do” variety. Some researchers say lists are the best way to… continue reading »
Phaetons are an enigmatic breed, a wild concoction of automotive identity crisis. These contraptions can’t make up their damn minds – are they a sleek roadster or a… continue reading »