I know it's very cliche for people to suggest that their street cars “drive like a go-kart”. Cars don't really drive like go-karts.

Because of this, my brand has a place on the leather suit that makes its way around the track. That same track that forty years ago I witnessed racing history. Isn’t it ironic?

Cars became lunar rovers navigating an otherworldly stage. The snow, a muted vocal-booth sound engineer, masked engine roars and exhaust growls, leaving only the rhythmic puft and duft of tire passages, whispering tales of snow, grass, and gravel

Our journey on this cold, damp, yet thankfully sunny autumn morning would be a voyage through time. It intertwined the legacy of Mark Paradowski's 1931 Chevy, the airport that cradled his plane, and the ongoing legacy of the Chevy now passed down to Alyssa after her father's untimely passing back in 2005.