Investigative Series: Sydney Race – The different side of teenagers driving

A 2015 sunset orange Jeep is not a middle-aged man thing, yet my dad adored the obnoxiously-colored brick flying through the air.  And “flying” isn’t the correct adjective to describe it at all: the orange Jeep battled against the wind, and it would sustain a good fight, too.  The good part about owning a Jeep is easier said than done. Proclaiming how rudimentary but utilitarian these veh...

I didn’t get my training wheels off until I was eight years old. If you, too, had a two-track racing down a hill, you would want to go as fast as possible down it—I lived a slow eight years, having my extra wheels lag behind.  Tortuous for somebody who was surrounded by sidewalks, but I soon memorized all of them near my house, recalling every little crack in the pavement, big rocks that ...