A few weeks ago I teased you all (what I’m calculating as one, maybe two readers I have) that big announcement was on the horizon. Well, as Jack Sparrow once said, “Now, bring me that horizon…” Except that wouldn’t make sense because I know what the announcement is, so really it should be you quoting … Continue reading A Big Announcement, a Book! It’s a Big Book Announcement!
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Hoon, Kill, Collect – September 2026
Not Quite a Porsche Edition It’s no secret that Porsche and Volkswagen have a "history." One literally wouldn’t exist without the other. Some even contend the turn of phrase “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” actually started as “the Volkswagen or the Porsche.” Ehhh, ok. Not really; no one has ever said that. … Continue reading Hoon, Kill, Collect – September 2026
Hello The Grand Tour, I’m Not Gone and Frankly… I’m Flattered
I realize I’ve been absent to my reader. Not plural, as I’m not trying to being lofty about my hopes and dreams. Like most of you I don’t have the luxury of doing this full time. I’ve got a job and this ain't paying the bills. Plus there is all the adult things: Family, work … Continue reading Hello The Grand Tour, I’m Not Gone and Frankly… I’m Flattered
The Hunt for the Last American Grand Tourer
In the crisp evening twilight of a central Pennsylvania summer, moths attack the yellow tinted parking lot lights of a multimake car dealership. Loud thunks echo off the cracked and weathered cover filtering the amberish glow. Illuminating a MK4 Volkswagen Golf dressed in Indigo Blue Pearl. “I wish it had a tan interior” my mother … Continue reading The Hunt for the Last American Grand Tourer
From the Lemon Lot
Those of us who have had the privilege to serve, or whose parents served, are often given access to a mythical world that most aren't privy. One where aging infrastructure and moldy bathrooms are the norm. Beyond a rusted chain-link fence with signs that read "Posted" and "Lethal use of force" lies a world that … Continue reading From the Lemon Lot
I Try and Answer, “Why Cars”
There are hundreds of automotive and motorsport focused websites. Damn good ones too. But here, I want to pursue the personal narrative that comes with a passion for automobiles. The what and the why. The unanswered question of what draws us to inanimate machines and earns them an illogical place in our hearts. A question … Continue reading I Try and Answer, “Why Cars”
Hoon, Kill, Collect – 5/28/2026
The Future is the Past is the Future Edition. Once upon a time in a place called the late 1990’s everything was arguably better. Sure, history is viewed through rose colored glasses and all that fun stuff, but before there was Millennial Gray, my generation witnessed a rise in retro nostalgia that put us on … Continue reading Hoon, Kill, Collect – 5/28/2026
Hoon, Kill, Collect – 20 May 2026
The Thing that Should Not Be Edition This week’s theme, The Thing that Should Not Be, compares three vehicles that are visually offensive. They are so appalling they make the Pontiac Aztek look like a Ferrari F40… but in a different way. While the Aztek was unique in its styling—taking the skin of a concept … Continue reading Hoon, Kill, Collect – 20 May 2026
Total Eclipse of the Heart
I am not an automotive designer. I did, however, stay at a Holiday Inn in Wolfsburg, Germany. You know, the home of Volkswagen. It wasn’t an express because I don’t think those exist in Europe. Also, it was a Best Western. All of this is to say I am nowhere near qualified to evaluate the … Continue reading Total Eclipse of the Heart
How James Pumphrey, the Autopian and a Midlife Crisis Helped me Reconnect with my Son and Grieve the Loss of Another
Fair warning. This post will not be filled with my typical tongue and cheek quips and ridiculous parallels that may or may not exist. Really, the title should’ve given that away. It is; however, car related and will display my overuse of commas in places they most likely shouldn’t be. Note: Oxford comma for life. … Continue reading How James Pumphrey, the Autopian and a Midlife Crisis Helped me Reconnect with my Son and Grieve the Loss of Another
