By the time I was 14, I’d pretty much outgrown monkeying around with small engines, except for my fastidious upkeep of the family lawnmower. It was bound to
In the summer of 1990, my folks set out to buy my sister a car, in effect. Nominally it would be theirs, but practically speaking it was my sister’s, at […]
I mentioned Gomer Pyle in yesterday’s COAL, so now habbout I pour us some good, stiff shots of Televisionland to wash that fetid Town Car taste out from our mouths, […]
It was 1987, and conspicuous consumption was in. That’s how come mother toyed with the idea of getting a Mercedes, and I guess it’s how come dad came to be […]
“I want one of those cars that fixes itself!” So declared my mother—I guess after misunderstanding a news item about computerised engine control or something of the like. I was […]