handlebar-mustache
Handlebar-Mustache
handlebar-mustache

Wife and I were hauling a queen sized bed set on the roof of our Oldsmobile right after we moved to PA. It was night, we had the hazards going, both our phones plugged in, and radio on. Electrical system couldn’t handle it and fried the pigtail off the positive battery terminal. We ended up stuck in the middle of the

Miata illegally passes over a double yellow on blind turns and almost causes a head on collision? Maybe that’s what was wrong with it? I dunno though, I’m just a human being with eyes.

“But some Trump supporters were a bit confused yesterday”

You know Trump’s base are in massive denial when they are willing to abandon their own pride of what defines the country just to protect their egos.

In the long ago, far away, world of 8th grade, our teacher had us read this aloud, with each student taking a few phrases or sentences. Then, the teacher gave us a brief explanation of what some of the phrases meant, or what had occasioned them to be said. “Who knows what ‘standing armies’ means?”

Here

Don’t even think about making that comment. Don’t.

The best car experience I had with my mom was a lesson in courage and decisiveness.

I was about 4 years old and my sister was about 6. The family had just bought a new Ford Pinto station wagon. White with tan interior. This was in the late 70s or early 80s. Probably 1979.

My sister and I loved to ride in the wagon

Mom grew up in Italy and moved to the US with my Dad when he met her in Abruzzi. A young woman in a strange land who didn’t yet know the language. She learned to drive in America, in a 1963 Buick Riviera with the 425. You can’t even imagine the size difference between that car and the Italian cars she rode in when in

Two Conference Rivals, both alike in humility
(In front of fake Philadelphia library, where we lay our scene),
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A draft announcer bludgeoned by boos umpteen.

I don’t know of anybody who went through as much as you did with a vehicle, David. Your persistence certainly paid off. You deserve to have some fun now.

While I applaud his desire to help his fellow man, that’s not actually the correct move, especially not as quickly as they did it. Red car’s driver doesn’t know why the black car went into the wall. For all he knows, there is fluid on the track that caused him to lose it, and he just parked his car in the runoff at

My roll Cage :-) I had been auto-x and tracking the car. I then decided it was time to dive head first and start to race. After the stiffness a roll cage added, the entire car drives on rails. I Love it!

Took it to HPDE and learned to drive.

I bought a used ‘04 Miata. It was the first one I ever had with a six-speed and I was thinking, wow, is this thing ever vague, the five-speed’s so much better. Then I read about the bushing at the bottom of the shifter on the internet. I bought that bushing and all new seals (they were shot too) and put them in, it’s

It’s become close to impossible to a) keep the faith and b) get excited for longer than a half-season or so. I will never stop being a fan, it’s just too deeply rooted in my everyday life, but god fucking damnit they are so frustrating. Scot M is a talent evaluator extraordinaire (at least in comparison to the nitwits