Henry’s Cars–Martha Johnson
Memoir: 1. There was only one chick magnet. Finally, in 1998, Henry had the chick magnet he always wanted, a black 5.0 liter Mustang GT. All the cool guys in
Finding My Inner Cowgirl–Marcia Silver
Memoir: September 1992 On the used car lot, among the Volvos and other ho-hum vehicles, the red Mustang convertible lifted its head and promised boots and saddle, independence, adventure. Newly
Thorn City: A Novel–Pamela Statz
Fiction-Excerpt from a Novel: A bright yellow sports car roared up. It was low to the ground, long and lean, all angles and geometric shapes. The driver’s side door lifted
Old Growth Ford–Steve Quinn
Memoir: The car my wife and I just bought came to us as a complete surprise. It appears to be a Ford Model T, just now turning 100. It was
Automotive Imprinting–Vera Wildauer
Memoir: In 1974, my aunt, uncle, and young cousin came to visit from Germany. At the time our only car was a 1972 Mercury Cougar with bucket seats in the
Joy Ride–Mark Scott Smith
Memoir: It was almost midnight when our small-town policeman Tommy Lynch finally left and my parents told me to go to bed. In my room, a former moldy storage space
The Reluctant Car Owner–Kathie Hightower
Memoir: Driving Lesson Adventure My dad tried to teach me how to drive when I was 16. “You have to learn to drive a stick shift. For emergencies. Like a
Riding in Cars Alone–Laura E. Bailey
Memoir: Rite of passage: learner’s permit, tense lessons from a parent, afterschool drivers’ ed class with gory crash movies as cautionary tales. Escape chariot: ditching fifth period physics to join
The Disappearing Hippie–Georgianna Marie
Essay: He’d been thinking about becoming a disappearing hippie for years. There were plenty of reasons to get away. Among them, sex-drugs-rock-and-roll beckoned. He’d been waiting to escape, though, holding
Grabber Blue–Merridawn Duckler
Poetry: If you get behind a Ford Fairlane on a truck bed you must speak the name as it passes. First the clouds are scalloped, then oooph into big monoamniotic