At 4 this morning, I decided to admit to myself that sleep wasn’t coming, so I got up. Hands shaking, I customized my new phone until I could reasonably get dressed and drive down to Dagwood’s, the nearest diner open at 5. Dagwood’s was already ancient by the time my ’87 CRX was in development. It was dishing up massive half-orders of biscuits and gravy when the first Camaros rolled into Kansas City. It made pancakes when the Willys Jeep was still shuttling GIs toward victory in Europe. As I shoveled similar pancakes into my mouth, a sturdy brace to a stomach bitterly void of all but pain meds, I got to thinking about that old rusted heap of Honda parked just outside. Continue reading “Old Cars Are Just Better”
Andy Sheehan is a blogger, aspiring novelist, and relentless hoon. He plans to will his 2002 Subaru WRX Wagon to his firstborn, plans his daily commute around the swoop of its roads, and doesn’t plan to ever buy an automatic. A cool-car omnipath, he loves the common Mustang or Chevelle, but hunts for the weird and wonderful Velorexes and Cosmos of the autoverse. And when he can afford a garage, he’s going to turn an MX-5 into a race car.