It seems like a low percentage shot, though. Maybe this is for missed connections that you hope stay missing?
or Galpin when you need them?
drifting away… The Marquis wasn’t always crashed. By Buicks. Or curbs at Bilbo’s. It wasn’t always bald, as the vinyl roof got peeled off like it was a meth addict.
Curbhunter: it’s not for the weak or stupid or poor. Unlike so many other things in my life lately, two of three IS bad. This guy seems to have avoided all three: not poor, because: year old Range Rover not weak, because balls enough to park a Range Rover outside the shithole complex that makes Mesa Ridge […]
Russell Something-or-other drove a Fiero like this. Drive-By Shootings: The Lesser Lights. 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 […]
Where have I seen you before? Oh yeah, there. And from those humble origins, the seed of “road trip” was planted.
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 […]