Growing up in a town with a population of 100 and located smack dab in the USA’s butt crack, you could call me a Yankee Redneck. While I give my state a lot of crap most of the time, I gotta admit that there are classic cars no more then a stone throw away it seems in every back yard just waiting to be restored. You can buy a blocked up muscle car here for 1000 bucks that’d cost you 10 grand in Cali.

This is the part of the country where everyone has a snow shovel on their pickup’s gun rack, fast food is considered to be a critter you chased across a field at more then 50mph and every young man earns the right of passage when he can successfully drive a mid 70’s rear wheel drive beater through a blizzard with tires so bald that the only traction they’re getting is from the wires hanging out of the tread.

I love fast motorcycles and cars, but they don’t love me. Not being able to afford anything more exotic then a Bonneville SSEI I went with the economy sport machine, the crotch rocket! 1200cc of pure grunt is a fast way to nickle and dime your license away and any spare change left over goes towards high insurance rates.

My current car, well I"m to ashamed to say what it is, but my son and I lovingly call it “The Granny Getter”.