I was working a crossword puzzle during my lunch break one day back in college when a friend interrupted me by throwing a sport-bike magazine down on the cafeteria table. He slid into the seat next to me and announced, “There it is! That’s the one.” He pointed to a picture of a race-ready machine being…

The crowd forming for our Friday afternoon flight was growing impatient. Families with small children, the elderly, and veterans had already disappeared down the jetway, and the rest of us began pushing forward with expectation. I looked down at my phone and checked the weather in Indianapolis again as Group A began boarding. “Not looking…

A few weeks back, I was at a party where the host approached me with an acquaintance in tow. I was introduced as “Jay, the car guy I was telling you about.” My plan to remain anonymous and keep the bartender company had been thwarted. Luckily, this guy, let’s call him Tom, was about as…

The 1993 introduction of the fourth-gen Camaro rocked me right to the depths of my puny pre-teen core. Really, it was just that one commercial — the one with the red Z/28 drifting sideways across wet asphalt in slow motion — that did it for me. Long, low, and packing 275 horsepower, the car came…