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Doesn’t it sometimes feel like life is all movement, yet going nowhere? Back and forth, up and down. But at the end of the day we’re right where we started. […]
For some reason, this year in New England, Spring is struggling to arrive. We probably say that every year. But in 2025 we’re nearly to June while temperatures have rarely […]
This post concerns Apple TV+’s science fiction/thriller/cult documentary/lord-knows-what show, Severance. As of this writing, the episodic show is about half way through its second season. There are four more episodes […]
Well now I’ve done it. If my track record of posting unusual vehicles that I run across holds, your neighborhood grocery store parking lot will soon be lousy with the […]
Cycle the Erie Canal Day 6 was a Car SAG day for me. A driving day seems an appropriate way to start the third and final installment of this series, […]
In a recent post that touched on travel, I offered the opinion that the best food is found at gas stations. Perhaps. Still, this is hardly a unique perspective on […]
I suppose this may seem a silly question depending upon the extent to which you consider Curbside Classic to be a “car forum”. Actually, my question is about a different […]
Doesn’t that lovely line of Volvo 140 butts make you want to say “Man, I remember when cars came in so many different colors!”? That’s been my comment on that […]
Last week Håns and I decided to run up the (miraculously still functioning) odometer and head to Maine for the Volvo Club of America’s National Meet. Mostly this was just […]
Here in New England, we savor the times of the year when weather accommodates the parking of cars on grass en-masse and having a good old fashioned lawn event car […]
Day 4 of the Cycle the Erie Canal trip started in Seneca Falls, NY, the central NY town that our rolling camping trip had wound up in the previous evening. […]
1953. My dad was 19, recently graduated from high school…and desperately trying to avoid being drafted into the Chinese Nationalist Army under the ultimate oversight of the dictator Generalissimo Chiang […]