What to Drive to scout meetings in winter, when you work for Fisher Body and are unfailingly loyal to the team, no matter what shitboxes wear the label. Sorry about that trunk we scratched up. Who knew snow would do that?Read more "What to Drive"
fall 1988Read more "Swamp Run"
Me And My Arrow: Plymouth Fire Arrow on eBay We know this is a fake. Why? Because: rust never sleeps. This car should not exist in the 21st century. Me: Your ‘new’ 3 year old car is all brown and splotchy with rust. Milquetoast: It was blue when I bought it yesterday from those clowns […]Read more "Plymouth Arrow"
Aaah, glorious Philmont. DC 10s, midnight bus rides, long trains to nowhere. On the way home from Santa Fe to Chicago, hang out in the bar car. Watch as your friends (Phid, Bagman and every other horny dork at the table) hit on a little blond girl nicknamed “Ducky” Karma: What’s really scary? That you remember […]Read more "The Philmont Challenge (It Just Doesn’t Matter)"
A little bit of Joe College, a little bit of big ass lake… 179. Meet a guy named Darrell at freshman orientation. Party with him and some other dork in his “suite” at the Downtowner ($19.99 per night or portion thereof). Nearly kill yourself in a DUI going home, because DUI is still just a […]Read more "Dog Days of Summer"