This morning, the Ormewood Park neighborhood of Atlanta probably looks a lot like it did sixty years ago. It was then, in 1951, that my neighbor Rebecca’s Dodge B3 pickup was brand-spanking new. This green and black “Pilot-House” half-ton was built when Americans were buying vehicles and suburban homes and televisions for the first time.

Twenty-five years ago, I spent the morning and early afternoon of Thanksgiving day at a junkyard with my dad and sister. We were searching for parts for a Saab that my dad found in a parking lot and acquired at the cost of getting it home. My dad drove past the 1963 Saab 96 that was rotting in the parking […]

I’ve been hearing the tale of a particular Abarth-tuned Fiat since I was a kid. It’s my father’s story of a single ride in the passenger seat of the “small but wicked” Italian machine. He always said it was the scariest car ride he’s ever experienced. Excited about the new 500 Abarth heading stateside, I called my dad today to […]