It would seem like Porsche’s...

Once in a while I let her out. Here she is coloring next to the dyno while mama and her uncle fiddle with things between runs.

Wait...what’s that in the back of the lot??

Let me drop a little lawyer on you:

Q: You’re 70 now?

A: That’s correct

Q: So, we’re to believe you’re a gentle-driving retiree, is that it?

A: Why, yes, sonny, that’s right.

If I’m honest, I hate donks less than I hate stanced cars. At least donks can defeat speedbumps and mildly graded driveway aprons.

So he built a Ridgeline? 

My Dad has a 1974 Jensen Healey, her name is Mazie. A business partner gifted it to him. The business partner’s father bought it new in northern California. Dad takes it out once in while and my nephew sits in it and pets it when he visits. It’s fun to drive and the 8 track player works.  And hey, it’s for sale, at…

A frame stitched together by hopes and dreams, but U-bolts is where he draws the line....

“since I’m not in the business of re-using old U-bolts”

This is always my favorite time of year. The air is turning warm, the grass is turning green, I can put the top down on the convertible in the afternoons, and I get to read about David mad-dashing for the finish line on his way to Moab with some POS Jeep. Godspeed, David Tracy, never change.

Man, it’s incredible to me how often the parts gods bless you with a miracle, or you go to a massive junkyard and find the exact thing you need. Must me a Michigan thing. Godspeed, you maniac.  I love my DTracy posts, especially this time of year. We’re all rooting for you, you idiot. 

I was hoping for a new Matta

‘Harry’s reviews are sublime in their understated enthusiasm.’

Harry’s reviews are sublime in their understated enthusiasm. He’s made me promise to myself someday to get a 600SL after he did a review of his personal 600SL “harbor car” that he keeps at Monaco. I just quietly refrain from thinking about how rich he is to keep that stable of machines that he has.

Also just remember that Opponaut Archduke Maxyenko made this gem, which almost nobody gets when I wear it in public:

“I recently strolled through a junkyard”