By naterisch
02/11/2017
It’s February, and I am on vacation. Last week I loaded the dogs into my 1990 Volkswagen Vanagon Carat and slowly made my way from Colorado to Florida. You get nowhere fast in a Vanagon; I set the cruise control at 3,600 rpm, which gives me about 60 miles per hour indicated, and settled into the right lane of the highway to watch the world go by. 
By naterisch
02/11/2017
The long-dormant Agave ’72 2002tii that I bought sight-unseen in New Alban, Indiana (after it fell into my lap when I used the Hack Jedi mind trick of not being interested in it, which only works if you’re actually not interested), is now safely ensconced in Louisville—in the garage of Jake Metz, the fellow who looked at it and reported back to me.
By naterisch
02/04/2017
The most exciting thing about the Tire Rack Street Survival program is that some of the more than 2,000 teens who would otherwise be killed in traffic accidents this year might return home alive instead. 
By naterisch
02/04/2017
I’d begin describing replacing the bolsters and re-dyeing the seats in the E30, but something happened. Sometimes tii’s just fall from the sky and land in my lap. I really can’t explain it.
By naterisch
01/30/2017
To launch their latest and greatest gumballs, Michelin assembled the troops in Palm Springs, and the troops this time were a collection of everything from journalists to fanboys, from monied Ferrari guys to basement wannabes who post their every moment on blogs. This mob is what they call influencers.

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