The Rustiest Car at the Show Always Has the Cleanest Engine
A 1973 Caprice with bubbling paint and a cracked dash just ran a 10-second quarter mile, and the guy in the $80,000 resto-mod is still in the staging lanes.
A 1973 Caprice with bubbling paint and a cracked dash just ran a 10-second quarter mile, and the guy in the $80,000 resto-mod is still in the staging lanes.
Growing up as a Gen-X latchkey kid on Lakeside Drive in Milledgeville, Georgia meant coming home to empty houses, cooking dinner at eleven, and figuring everything out alone. Frank reflects honestly on how that unsupervised childhood built real capability, resilience, and problem-solving instincts while also leaving lasting wounds around emotional regulation, isolation, and decades of undiagnosed AuDHD.
Somewhere along the way, the performance became the person. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The scariest part of the AuDHD diagnosis wasn’t what it explained, it was what it revealed about how thoroughly I’d hidden the evidence, even from myself.
At 55, Frank receives an AuDHD diagnosis that reframes decades of academic failure, sensory overwhelm, and social exhaustion he had blamed on laziness and poor character. From six quarters of academic exclusion to a 28-year self-taught IT career built on hyperfocus, he traces what working three times as hard as everyone else actually looked like, and what it means to finally have a name for it.
In 1969, Chicago Chevrolet dealer Fred Gibb used GM’s internal fleet ordering system to build 427 cubic inch Camaros that corporate policy explicitly prohibited. Frank draws a parallel between Gibb’s approach and navigating systems as a neurodivergent person, arguing that understanding what rules actually protect, rather than simply following them, is the difference between compliance and genuine reading comprehension.
A hobbyist reflects on maintaining an extensively over-engineered home server setup that far exceeds the demands of its nominal purpose, arguing that framing the project as infrastructure for something else…
Everyone talks about what Suno and tools like it can do. Nobody talks about what they quietly take from you in return.
I’ve got two servers in my homelab that are supposed to be different environments. Lately they’ve been lying to each other. And honestly, I’m the one who let it happen.
In 1942, a single fake army made of rubber tanks and cardboard planes convinced Hitler to keep 300,000 real soldiers in the wrong place, and it worked.
There’s a moment that happens to almost everyone who spends serious time around these cars. You’re standing in a parking lot, or a show field, or maybe just a driveway, and someone fires up a big-block. Not a modern LS…