Saturday was a productive day at casa de Schmo. I spent the better part of the morning tinkering with Eleanor. Heck, I still have grease under my fingernails. The latter part of the day I braved 50 degree temperatures and huge crowds to drag my two Hoons-in-training around the Sandy Expo Center for Utah Autorama.
There will be no Vanilla Ice Jokes
Bear with me for a second. I know an ‘88 Mustang GT 5.0 drop-top has not weathered the last 22 years well in terms of cultural identity. The good news is, I don’t care. This is the car that introduced me to the concept that cars could be [...]
Seems like a lot of our “Eleanors” have dated from our awkward high school eras, and my “Eleanor” is no different. I grew up in a solidly Japanese car household, where four cylinders were more than enough and velour interiors were a gaudy and ostentatious display of excess. Vinyl burns on your legs were a [...]