1975
My was a motorcycle guy forever. His dad, my Grampa Fred, took his 26″ Schwinn, cut it down, and put a Whizzer Motorbike kit on it when dad was nine, […]
One decade at a time
It’s crazy to me, how quickly the last 10 years have gone by. Watching one of your favorite people grow from a baby to a toddler to a child to […]
July 10
I don’t think it’s any kind of coincidence that my grandma, Ann Skelley, and Arlene Johnson were born on this very same day. Arlene is younger by a bunch than […]
I learned it by watching you
I’m sure the pages exist somewhere, but at present, I have no idea where they are. My first attempt at writing fiction was a strange little fantasy-dive into the life […]
Two-for-one
EppingBristol has been a thing. And I have loved every minute. Back here at the racetrack where it all began for me in 2007 (which feels like way longer ago […]
Serendipity
Serendipity. I’ve been thinking a lot about that phenomenon this weekend. Drag racing is goal-oriented, obviously. There is a very clear target out here – we all want to win […]
Remembering John Jodauga
My cubicle was catty-corner to his, and on my first day as an associate editor at National Dragster, I remember watching him out of the corner of my eye. I […]
It’s so good to be back
A weird thing happens to me in the off-season – I start thinking, maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I’m too old and too tired to keep up. […]
The observer
I snuck this photo of my dad in 2010. We were out to dinner at Macaroni Grill, which he loved because they would give you a bottle of wine and […]
Through the Dirty Windscreen
For a long while, I thought I was simply struck by wanderlust. But at some point last year, probably while listening to a podcast in my car, I learned a […]
Kelly Wade 