On episode fifty-eight, the Gearheads sit with Elana Scherr of Edmunds.com to talk careers in automotive journalism, daily driving a classic car in LA traffic, dogs, motorsports, engine swaps, and if you can believe it, more stuff as well. What does ninety-weight smell like when mixed with bananas? We ponder THAT, too. Barbara Walters has nothing on us.
Episode twenty-two brings one of our favorite people, Kevin Oeste to the show! The Gearheads finally nail the schedule and sit to talk about the hobby, youth involvement, the SEMA Show, YouTube, Muscle Car TV and coffee cake. It goes all over the place with a big purpose. There’s science, sex, Buicks… and even some flat Earth talk. Yeah, this is one for the books.
Round Six’s Brian looks back to his involvement in the 2013 Dodge Dart Road Trip, and one very memorable stop following the Carlisle All-Chrysler Nationals. Famed NHRA drag racer Jerry Stein had opened his doors to the motley crew of Brian, Steve Magnante and Dodge historian Dave Hakim, an treated them to a day loaded with Max Wedge history and more. We thought it only fair to share a bit of that here with you.
Being a bit of an engineering-minded car geek, I like to tinker. However, with respect to having a warranty, I needed to restrict my tinkering to either factory-approved mods and pieces, or just throw all of that payment-offsetting goodness when it comes to repairs. Playing the grown-up, I opted for the former over the latter, and developed a cold air intake solution using budget-friendly, mostly factory parts. Follow along with long-term Project Life Partner, my ’16 Challenger R/T.
I’ve had this shred of paper hanging over my desk for as long as I can recall, and the words on it have always proven true: “All things are delicately interconnected.”
I was but a toddler when Steve Lisk’s brutal ’71 Hemi-powered Challenger (it was originally a 383 car) prowled Woodward Avenue, yet that car carved a place into the foundation of my car guy-ness. And forty years later, it reenters my world. All things are delicately interconnected indeed.
To this day, the image of one car remains burnt into my brain, and quite possibly my psyche. To say that this one car’s impact had depth would be grossly understating the profound effect it had on me. As the vision of that car passed from my eyes, it left ripples along my optic nerve and slammed into my brain, forming the surface of that surrounding gray matter into some cars-only territory.