Race tracks have an aura about themselves. There are not merely random asphalt spaghetti laid down between patches of field and grass. But rather, they string together a heightened sense of danger and anticipation that no other normal road can. As you approach a race track, you become aware of the clings of automotive wrenches[…]
At work we often struggle to convert subjective qualities of vehicle performance into measurable objective variables. Even if we do it successfully the results tend to surprise us. It is a necessary evil that automotive engineers like me have to deal with. Lately I have been convinced that the Aston Martin DB V12 vantage is[…]
Twistiest junkie.. While a straight road is undoubtedly the fastest way of getting to your destination, I find that to be the most uninspired of way of transporting yourself in a car. Recently, it has become wonderfully clear to me that I am destined to get to my destination not at the earliest but rather[…]
In white, she felt just right. It just never gets old. It is always a stupendously wonderful moment where the dealer hands over the keys to your new car without much pomp or vigor. And you grab them in your slightly cold hands with a silent exhale. I count myself fairly lucky to have had[…]
Mine. Was. If you ever owned a car since she was brand spanking 9 miles old and then had to sell her a few years later, you would know then that is by far, one of lowest gut wrenching feelings of your speeding adulthood. I still remember clearly, the spring of 2006 when I first[…]
2 men and her It’s that time of the year again; when adventure beckons and the pioneer in me awakens. This time we head east, very east. As east can east can go! My friend, his German beauty and I plan to traverse endless miles towards the Acadia National Park in Maine. En route and[…]
the one year itch As the next Michigan summer chimes in, we mark our first year together. It’s not just strange how quickly this year went past us but rather it feels a tad bit terrifying. This past one year our relationship has felt similar to that of being in a long distance kind. Even[…]
Sam Gross, 1998, The New Yorker At an Arts and Fancy paper store on a Saturday morning, I came across this cartoon on a greeting card and instantly broke out into unbridled sputtering laughter. I had seen this cartoon years ago when I was in grad school and to see it again after all these[…]
0 to 5 National Parks in 16 days! Clearly, the bears generally left me alone and I have returned from an adventure out in the wild-west un-eaten. I had an absolutely amazing experience. In fact, it was so unique that I almost decided not to write anything about it. My amateur writing capabilities would never[…]
Dushyant is going west. Because it is peaceful there, in the open air, and the skies are blue. And because watching the cool animated video of Pet Shop Boys back in the 11th grade left a lasting impression of a song much forgotten. Without a computer and a continuous high-speed internet connection, he will be[…]