Ah, the 80's! T-Tops, fuzzy dice and the greatest tunes ever...

I spent all morning out in the driveway with the hood of the Camaro propped open, gapping spark plugs like it was a holy ritual. There’s something about getting a little grease under your fingernails that makes the first cruise of the season feel earned, you know? Back then, we didn’t have sensors telling us what was wrong; you had to listen to the engine, feel the vibration in the steering wheel, and just know your machine.
With the T-tops finally popped off and the sun hitting those red seats, I caught my reflection in the chrome and realized some things never go out of style. I’m headed down toward the Thames River in a few minutes, blasting some Triumph just to let the neighborhood know winter is officially dead. Life’s too short for quiet rides and sealed hoods, bud.