The breath of The Dragon envelopes you, and you understand, as you pass back into clarity, that you’ve just had a golden moment, a driving experience that will never leave you. The Dragon does that. It always does that.
One of my very first prehistoric memories was the piercing sound of those rorty engines wafting across the corn fields and subdivisions of West Indy,their mechanical wailing drifting into my bedroom and sparking a curious awe that has never left me.
Since there is no Infiniti dealer within driving range, I take my car to the local Nissan dealer for service. Despite having traded off my 350Z nearly a year ago, I still get their “Nissan” mailings and the offer of a $19.95 oil change from them was irresistible, so down I went for a few […]
One of the reasons I chose to live in the little nowhere town of Ocala is its distance from the Atlantic or the Gulf. After living in coastal Ft Myers and low-lying Tampa for over 30 years without a significant storm affecting me, I decided that my string was about played out and the Law […]
Skidmarks is an eclectic assortment of irreverent, humorous, and sometimes nostalgic commentaries on automotive-related themes.
If you are ever in Arizona, you should go by the Grand Canyon. In April of ’03 , the Florida Z had less than 5000 miles on it when we arrived at the Canyon. It went in the unpaved North Way, along the Navajo Trail paralleling the edge, and parked itself in front of the […]
…Q: Why do Yugos have rear window defrosters? …A: So your hands can stay warm while you push it. No, that’s not another lame entry to NICO’s Official Joke Thread– it’s a sarcastically descriptive statement about one of the worst cars ever made, the Yugo GV. You may remember the car as the one Bruce […]
I took my G35 Coupe to a body shop today. After paying the owner $1250 for some damage that I inflicted on a Dodge Magnum a few weeks ago, the owner took pity on me and said he would paint the little panel behind the rear license plate on my Infiniti a flat black for […]
. . . I got hours ahead of me and hours I just keep burning away. . . The absurd cost of a tank of gas has put me off random drive-arounds, and except for a quick trip in the G to a reunion of friends in Daytona Beach (one of whom is now driving […]
Of all the possible things for me to focus on–women, or fine art, or making a buck; the whitewater wash of a river, skyscrapers, and possibly, Hillary as President of Us All, I tend to focus mostly on the automobile. It’s been a long and determined focus, too, one stretching back to my “learning the […]