Drive By Shootings

This is the title of a book (the paper thing with words in it, Sarah). That click was one of my Canons (as in camera, not cannon). pictures from my car, or of things driving by.

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We’re off to SEMA.  Yes, we’re meeting up with old classmates while there. No, there is not an agenda or an expectancy, except Vegas-y Vegasness, clogged with crazier-than-usual cars. And that’s plenty.

[Ed.:  Also whiskey, beyond the usual one Wild Turkey.]

My Frat Bro Russell

Russell Something-or-other drove a Fiero like this. Drive-By Shootings: The Lesser Lights.

Pontiac Fiero

We would call it “the Chevette of 1980s mid-engined ‘sports’ cars,” except that it involves Russell the stoner.  We nearly got in a fight with him about his previous car, a Pontiac T1000.  We called it a Chevette by any other name: he was adamant that not only was it NOT merely a re-badged POS, it had “completely different wiring” and components.

Uh, no, sorry.  Go hit that bong again, dude.

So, we’ll just say “Oh look” and be glad this one doesn’t have a JC Whitney vinyl bra like Russell’s.

Those who forget history…

1978 Lincoln Continental Town Car

are doomed to repeat it.  Sometimes, so are the people who remember it. I got my start behind the wheel in a parking lot, at one point with a ginormous floaty Lincoln.  Never on the street – escalation is bad, mmkay?Then more lots, and then finally  on the road with Dad. So too with my…

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Fashion Police

About a month ago, we noticed some newspaper attention for a car show we go to every month. Concurrently, the “usual suspects” (whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean) changed the name of this thing from “Cars and Coffee” to “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.”  The new name seemed a bit pretentious; the media coverage portended…