Rolling like a gangster in the slums of Tempe. Read More
Eyelids and sheepskins and whitewalls: Oh my [fucking god]. I feel like Bill Stech should drive this to its rusty death. Or to the BK Lounge.Read more "When Pep Boys Attack"
The 1971 Ford Country Squire, a car near and dear to my heart. Well, not. Bought mine in October 1995. In December 1995, Arizona stopped selling leaded gas. D-ooh! Cash advance on Manufacturers Hanover Trust credit card (there is a story to come on that). Took out $1,000, pocketed a cool $20 discount because the […]Read more "ACID FLASHBACK THURSDAY: 1971 Ford Country Squire"
1971 VW 411 1973 Plymouth Fury IRead more "Incongruity?"
The last days of the raccoon, in its traditional spot – as far over as possible, out of the way of working cars.Read more "1971 VW 411"
Stupid Drunken Things Not To Do This will be a continuing series as I dig them up. None of these are about me or anyone I know. Add your own (no personally identifiable info, though). Do not under any circumstances attempt to duplicate these or you will die or go to prison (which will just […]Read more "80s Madness"