Mashed Swede Stash

There’s something about a scrap yard that draws me in. It’s the promise of scrambling about in mud and grime on the hunt for oily automotive treasure, or it could be because I’m a tightwad, I’m not...

Hell Yeah, I Bought A Racetrack

Okay, it’s been closed for years, the grounds are weed choked, and the racetrack itself is cracking up in places. True, it’s a figure of eight banked oval, so it lacks the style of Goodwood and the allure...