We’ve all done them; modifications to our cars we’re deeply ashamed of. Sometime the regret is instantaneous, sometimes it’s a slow boil of disgust that eventually festers into full-on repulsion. Over my lifetime, I have made more than enough erroneous enhancements to my cars. But no car suffered worse than my first car – theContinue reading “Confessions – The Worst Car Mod I Ever Did”
Category Archives: Confessions
Confessions – That Time I Nearly Broke Someone Else’s Arm
Recently, I told the tale of how I broke my arm doing foolish things with cars. Well, today I will regale everyone with the story of how I almost broke someone else’s arm doing foolish things with cars. The year was 1998 and my friends and I were all relatively recent licensees. One of myContinue reading “Confessions – That Time I Nearly Broke Someone Else’s Arm”
Confessions – That Time I Broke My Arm
Riding on top of a car is never a good idea. No, cars are meant to be ridden inside. But sometimes, you don’t have a choice. You’re just sitting on a trunk having a good time, and the next thing you know you’re performing backwards somersaults at alarming speeds. The year was 1995 and IContinue reading “Confessions – That Time I Broke My Arm”
Confessions: The Time I Broke Someone’s Shifter
Car forums are were a wonderful place. It was a meeting place for people from all walks of life to discuss their passion. I was apart of some of the best online car communities (and a few of the worst). But mostly, my experiences were positive, especially in the online car forum early years. MyContinue reading “Confessions: The Time I Broke Someone’s Shifter”
Confessions – That Time I Got a Jeep Stuck at Mosport
It was time for my yearly pilgrimage to Mosport (Canadian Tire Motorsports Park). It was time for a long weekend of cars, drinks, and good times. I was still away at university and would need to rent a vehicle to make the trek across the province. Having scratched driving on a racetrack off my bucketContinue reading “Confessions – That Time I Got a Jeep Stuck at Mosport”
Confessions – King of the (Rental) Hill
Every Victoria Day Long Weekend we would make the pilgrimage to Canadian Tire Motorsports Park (then Mosport). It was an unofficial tradition that began when I was 13 years of age and continued until I was well into my 20s. My Dad, Cousin, Uncle and a few others would make the annual trek. We’d allContinue reading “Confessions – King of the (Rental) Hill”
The Day I Learned I Wasn’t as Good of a Driver as I Thought I Was
On my 16th birthday I forced my dad take me to get my learner’s driving permit. I wasn’t waiting another single day to be able to drive. I had already been waiting far too long in my underdeveloped teenage mind. I passed the written test with flying colours and began my driver training immediately. EightContinue reading “The Day I Learned I Wasn’t as Good of a Driver as I Thought I Was”
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