The Little Coupe That Did.

What started out as a hate letter, disguised as a come-to-Jesus request to pavement-vehicle manufacturers, had turned into a commentary on business and production. I effectively played to emotions that don’t exist in corporations- passion or duty. Personally, I view vehicles as machines. In our American market, they are more than that. They are fashionContinue reading “The Little Coupe That Did.”

La Macchina Va Dove A Gli Occhi & La Voiture Va Où les Yeux Vont.

It was Proust who said that the point of any story is to discover who the characters are, or may become, by challenging their abilities, their values, their understanding of the world. This is the only way you can know what any of these things are. This is how you discover who we really are,Continue reading “La Macchina Va Dove A Gli Occhi & La Voiture Va Où les Yeux Vont.”

What Started Out as an Intent-to-Build, Turned Into Tongue-in-Cheek Mechanical Motorcycle Smut.

My dream motorcycle does exist. It exists in that it is always running through my mind and in my heart. Electrical impulse-firing and ever-pulsating. If I were to build it, it would become real and I probably would never leave it, except when expelling bodily waste or entering buildings. But that which is not started…Continue reading “What Started Out as an Intent-to-Build, Turned Into Tongue-in-Cheek Mechanical Motorcycle Smut.”