Human-Generated Automotive Gibberish
Close to Home, Far from Bored
As will be obvious, we’re still figuring out what to do with this whole video thing. This time we kept it much more simple though; a local meetup, some local roads, and a longer chat about my current Corolla GT-S.
Where should we go next time?
High Fidelity or Soulful Grit? Choose one.
One of the best and worst parts of music streaming is that you don’t always know what song you’re going to hear. Maybe you’ve had the same song from the same artist on the same playlist for years but, one day, Spotify or the powers that be change which version they’re hosting. You pull up the app, hit play, and hear most of the familiar cues from the song you know and love. And then suddenly the nuances of whatever remaster or radio edit you’re listing to come through, and you recoil in disgust and/or pick up your phone to check that you tapped on the right song. You did, but what you’re experiencing is…different. That is what it feels like the first time you tuck an M42-powered E30 into a corner for the first time.
Making up for lost time by losing time on another roadtrip.
One would think I’d be happy having done the Tour de Del without any hiccups, but with a little extra time over the 2025 holidays I felt the need to drive the 86 to SoCal, again. This time I’d being going all the way to Los Angeles though for the Vintage Japanese Motoring Union new year’s hang, with some time in the canyons for good measure.
I challenge you, dear reader. I challenge you to look deep down inside yourself, to search your feelings, find what’s real, and answer me one thing…
Car season is nearly upon us! The days are getting longer, the nights are getting warmer, and it seems the roads that have survived this winter’s deluge are clean enough to explore again.
When you’re the car guy at work, coworkers often feel free to share their enthusiasm with you. Like that dude Jeremey who sits four cubicles down. One day you’ll be at the water cooler at the same time and he’ll give you the ‘sup homie’ nod.
Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo),
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s time to drive
During my summers growing up there was a classic car meet every Thursday in the parking lot of a local diner. For the most part it was old school American cars. There’d be the usual variety of Mustangs, Camaros, and Darts. Plus a couple Bel Airs or Thunderbirds.
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