Let me be straight with you.
I was diagnosed with AuDHD in late 2025. That’s autism and ADHD together, late in life, which means I spent decades wondering why my brain worked differently from everyone else’s. That’s why my thoughts come in fragments, why I circle back on myself, why sitting down to write something coherent feels like trying to catch smoke. I have more going on upstairs than I can ever get out onto a page in any readable form.
What I do have is a lot of years and a lot of lived experience across things I genuinely care about.
Forty-plus years working on cars; not reading about them, working on them. My dad, my brother and I did a frame-off restoration on a ’67 GTO. I’ve owned a ’69 Chevelle SS396, a ’65 F85 Cutlass, a ’65 C-10 Stepside, a ’68 Newport with a 383 Magnum, a ’74 Imperial LeBaron with a 440. These aren’t cars I looked up. I have grease under my fingernails from most of them.
And it goes back further than me. My great-grandfather sold mules. When cars came along, he sold those instead. My grandfather graduated from UGA Law School and then owned a Chrysler, Dodge and Plymouth dealership for nearly forty years. My dad owned an Oldsmobile-Pontiac dealership through the ’70s and ’80s. I didn’t stumble into caring about these machines. I was born into it.
I know cars.
Twenty-nine years in Enterprise IT. Active Directory, Hybrid Exchange, PowerShell scripting, Hardware & Software support. It’s the unglamorous infrastructure work that keeps organizations running. I’ve seen things go wrong in ways that don’t make it into the documentation.
Fifty-plus years following the Atlanta Braves, the Falcons, and the Georgia Bulldogs. Almost twenty years powerlifting, working with coaches, nutritionists, and trainers, with more practical knowledge about training and nutrition than most people who write about it professionally.
And music. Over 1,600 records, tapes, and CDs. A personal collection of MP3/MP4/WAV/FLAC/OGG files that’s crossed 55,000 songs. No talent whatsoever, I just love it obsessively.
So I use AI to write. The articles start with what I know and what I think. AI makes it readable. The images are generated. The site was built with AI helping me write code I couldn’t write myself. None of that is a secret.
The knowledge is real. The opinions are mine. The reason any of it is worth saying came from four decades of actually doing things, not reading about them. AI is just the part that gets it out of my head and into something you can read.
If that’s not for you, I get it. But I’d rather say it upfront than have you feel misled.
— Frank
