Breathless–Judie Bristow
Flashy and Built. Burning tires and High Octane. It took my breath away. Sleek and Loaded. Hot red and Custom details. It took my breath away. Leather and Chrome. Loud
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
