The wrong side of the tracks feels so right sometimes…


Over the past six weeks or so, my career direction has changed drastically, and I’ve decided to grab life by the short-and-curlies, and see if I can’t take my writing to a higher level of international awesomeness.  As I write this, I have a pina colada Rockstar on the go, and Metallica cranked up to eleven.  If that’s not deep into the secondaries, I don’t know what is…  Anyways, I started this blog to show the world how awesome hot-rodding can be.  It’s not all drive-in trays, poodle skirts, and crying baby dolls out there anymore kids, it can make you feel alive like rock-and-roll, and I like it.  There’s live music, licensed after-parites, lowbrow art, and a whole lot more that never gets the coverage it deserves, and that’s just the beginning of what this whole thing is about.

The big shows are put on in the big cities, but rarely is there any reporting done outside of the fairground gates.  Ever see a primered ’57 Chevy in a yard in the old part of town, but were too scared to talk to the guy about it?  How about that first-gen Camaro that you’ve always wanted to ask about, but you’re not sure if the chain on that Rottweiler is strong enough to keep him away from the door?  This blog is based on each and every experience that I’ve had in the past thirteen years, just like those two examples, with plenty more to come!  If you’re still reading this, grab a drink and check back regularly, as it’s always an adventure when the secondaries are wide open…

One thought on “The wrong side of the tracks feels so right sometimes…”

  1. Great start Kelly, really enjoyed your musings. Keep up the good work, can’t wait for the next instalment.

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