I've worked on the advertising side of the auto industry for the past four years, mainly for then-DaimlerChrysler and most recently for the General, enjoying a lovely view from the glass Tower 'O Power downtown. But, lest you think I'm some white-glove cube monkey (or worse, some advertising faux-hipster), note that I've also worked as a mechanic, a parts counterman and a dealership salesperson. I've wrenched on everything from a '49 Plymouth to an '08 Saab, and I've done restorations on two Triumphs, a '63 Riviera, and my current project, a '73 Mach I Mustang. I keep a Malaise-era Chilton's manual by my bed for humorous evening reading, and Summit/Jegs catalogs in the john. And I've run a little site called Beater Review, dedicated to raggedy-ass old cars, for about two years now.
In other words, I live and breathe this stuff too, kids. And since the future's on these here interwebs, I decided to cast off the shackles of my corporate overlords and jump over to Los Jalops. To be honest, there's nowhere I'd rather be.