It’s a sunny Saturday morning and, from behind the wheel of my 1971 MGB Mk II, the storefronts of Detroit’s M-1 Woodward Avenue peel past my periphery. With my head cocked back and a big grin on my face, I am fully engaged in the buttery smoothness of the roadster’s […]

I don’t think I’ll ever get the smell out of gasoline out of my head. I don’t mean my mind, as in my thoughts or memories (though it’s been seared into those, too). Rather, I mean my cranium, my skull, my head cavities. That’s because last weekend I took it […]