There I was Saturday evening, at a truckstop in this little northwestern Ontario town having just eaten dinner, when I spied this issue on the magazine rack.
Paying for dinner could wait as I immediately grabbed a copy, scanned through to page 58, and began reading. The cashier seemed nonplussed as I dropped a twenty on the counter, but had the audacity to take my magazine to scan the bar code.
Oh well, my drool stain marked the spot where I left off.
Great article Brian!
I only wished I had both your talent, and the time to restore my car to that level.