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The Jeep hit a milestone Thursday. And apparently, I thought no one would believe me if I just told them? Why else would I take a picture?...

Blogust rolls on. We're on our 4th consecutive day of over 100 degrees here. Don't tell anyone, but I secretly love the heat... O...

I suppose my disdain for bumper stickers could be traced to my formative years. My mother insisted on proudly displaying a "Willie Nels...

A few weeks ago when I had my flat tire, I took it to get it fixed at a service station. Not a gas station, a service station. It sits at ...

I had a flat today. Let me rephrase that. Any mere mortal in my situation would have had a flat today. I sensed something was amiss with...

Today on IYROOBTY, we are proud to announce a modern-day, updated version of a true cult classic, Car Wash . Keen observers and film aficion...

The following is dedicated to the clueless individual in the Chevy Tracker-like vehicle that I almost ramrodded into oblivion driving home f...

Excerpt from a recent conversation: "I never knew you had a Mustang. When was this?" "Early nineties." "Why haven...

He would keep an unseen, steady hand on the steering wheel as the seven-year-old in his lap alternated between touching the pedals and looki...

(This is part three in a series .) After driving a 1984 Ford Escort with louvers, one might think that, vehicle-wise, there was nowhere to g...

I was perusing my last several posts earlier today and realized I don't really do a lot of posts about my current life anymore. Most ev...

(This is part two of a series .) Going from Piggly Wiggly to Food Fair may not seem like a big deal to most, but it was the first move of my...

The title of this post is a quote from Steven Wright. It may seem random, and is, but I think it goes along well with the randomness of the...

There are few absolute truths in an uncertain world. But perhaps this is one: You never forget your first. How it felt to touch her. The n...