My truck might have been in 4-low, but my mind was racing, adrenaline bangin’ off the rev limiter like a rally car flat over crest. Against my better judgment, my left foot slowly released the brake of my near-antique Xterra and it rolled closer to a 10-foot drop into an adult playground they called a Four-Wheel Drive Park. This ‘park’ I thought was going to be like a Range Rover dealership with a little hill and a couple of rocks so rich people could test to make sure their

By: KRIS GOVE Originally titled: Gearing up for a Dream The Coventry Courier 07/12/2002 LIME ROCK, Conn. – So I'm sitting in my room on the third floor of the Wake Robin Inn in western Connecticut, absorbing the air conditioning, and scanning the tree line for deer... or race cars. It's dusk and the cool, dense air has begun flowing down into Lakeville from the southern end of the Berkshires. Co-owner Shaffin Shariff says that a lot of people come and stay for events at Lime

This pretty much sums up Voluntown. The M-M here stands for Mount Misery, so it’s the sign to Mount Misery Overlook (The Overlook, coincidentally, is the hotel in The Shining). True to form, some Voluntownonians, or whatever we call ourselves, took a moment to top the sign with a happy little snowman. VOLUNTOWN – Hell Hollow Road. Hazard Pond. Mount Misery. With names like these, what’s not to love about a little place called Voluntown? When I first moved here from the

Don’t buy it, they said. I bought it.

The only thing better than getting smacked by a blizzard one day is the next day watching a fat guy on a pair of slick Popsicle sticks.

There must have been something in the water that made me think lofty things, or at least that I suddenly knew how to use a tape measure.

My gas-powered Canis Lupus. I’ve been pushing myself off the garage floor for a couple of years now, instead of just jumping up as if my knees were made of spring-loaded titanium. I’ve been making weird noises during the process too, like grunting and exhaling loudly like a ticked off ‘Squatch. But I didn’t know I was finally old until I discovered that I have a ‘good’ bucket, knew how to fix a lawn spreader, and got excited because my chainsaw sharpening kit came in a week e

I knew I was hypermiling the second I slipped behind a Prius and closed the gap. I don’t hypermile. Ever. Except that day. Laziness wrapped around my neck like a sleepy, flannel noose and I scoffed at stopping at one of two Providence gas stations on my way home – to Connecticut. Pffft, I said audibly to myself. I had plenty of go-juice to get home. I thought. Then, as soon as I got on the 6/10 outbound, the gas light glowed brighter than the setting sun, exploding in m

Sweet Greyhound Scenicruisers straight from the 50s. If you missed it, check out Part 1, What's Your Favorite Matchbox? Greyhound PD-4501 Scenicruisers All righty, I’ve hired a spelunking team and we’ve reached the catacombs of my mini Matchbox collection. First up this week is a pair of sweet, sweet Greyhounds. These beautiful babies are sportin’ those delicious vintage orange windows and these things even have most of their decals left. One is in better condition than the o

We come from different backgrounds and had very different upbringings, but for some reason, we both absolutely despise doing dishes.

Little trailer. Big dreams.

I was that weird kid in the corner coveting my super-detailed Matchboxes made in rainy ol’ England.