I grew up in a time when we ate gluten for breakfast, actually left the house to play outside without using any (SPF what?) sunscreen while dodging lawn darts and riding bicycles without a helmet.
Let’s face it, our roads these days are filled with SUVs, crossovers, and very few actual sedans or coupes.
Rare is the occasion when I get to drive an entire class of vehicles.
When I was a wee lad growing up in Southern Indiana my parents would send me and the rest of the brood (consisting of two younger sisters) north to spend the summer with my grandparents in Detroit.
I’ve never been a trendsetter. I don’t wear Nikes, ‘Snap Chat’ whatever the hell that is, or even think about eating laundry detergent pods.
I am the world’s worst gift giver. Seriously, you could tell me exactly what you want, describe it in detail, give me a picture and exact instructions where to get said time, and I would still end up gifting you something like a Ronco Pocket Fisherman.
Raise your hand if you’d like to have a nice midsized sports sedan sitting in your driveway. The rest of you move along, nothing to see here.
I get a phone call every Monday morning.