Chapter 1B

The Nature of the Hunt
Like most, I haven’t always had the luxury of picking my own car. Growing up in Detroit, it was pretty clear that my passion for horsepower carried very little weight in variety of odd jalopies my parents selected for my driving enjoyment. Pretty challenging to cruise chicks in a XX Dodge Omni “woody” and the cream-colored ’76 Ford LTD.

Moving into college things got considerably better though — 2 Honda Interceptor cycles, an ’82 Jeep CJ-5, ’72 Cutlass Supreme, ’69 Mustang Fastback, ’55 Chevy 105… After college, I kept the fun rolling with a ’90 VW GTI — until I fully understood the limits of a Youth Minister’s salary. This, began a dark time of my driving life which I solemnly call “the Escort period.” Following that I enjoyed a short stint with a Big Block Suburban that I hole-shot kids home with after youth group meetings. Then came 14 years of vintage SUV rebuilds, including five Jeep CJ-8 Scrambler projects and a ’73 Land Rover Series III 88. And that’s just the beginning. I’ve earned quite a reputation around the neighborhood for buying and selling cars.