If you're like me, whether you want to admit it or not, and you listen to the radio on a fairly regular basis, you’ve probably noticed that the amount of commercials and other irksome interruptions seems to exceed the amount of music being played.
There are plenty of car guys (and car gals) who look to the 1960s as the good old days of automotive high performance, the days when cheap gas and Detroit’s army of tire-melting V8s reigned supreme.
This past Sunday, my dad and I made the long trek out to Los Angeles County Raceway in Palmdale to watch the diesel pickup drag races. Along the way, I couldn’t help but notice just how little the landscape along the 14 Freeway resembled the landscape of the rest of Los Angeles County and the surrounding areas.
Here’s a question: Am I the only organism on the planet that doesn’t “get” reality TV? Now, I know what you’re probably thinking: “Geez, what a loser!” Well, now that we’ve firmly established that, how about you let me explain my position?