Nolan Dalla Rants: Do Not Tread On Me
Read MoreAfter nearly getting flattened, splashed, covered with discarded bags of garbage, hit by beer cans, spit on, and cursed at over the course of many months, I finally said “fuck it” and sold off my bike.
Read MoreAfter nearly getting flattened, splashed, covered with discarded bags of garbage, hit by beer cans, spit on, and cursed at over the course of many months, I finally said “fuck it” and sold off my bike.
I admit, there’s a rush factor you get while waiting for your smog test results, and it’s not from the fumes.
The rush factor is even more intense if – like me — you drive an older vehicle. I have not one, but two older cars, so my rush factor is double.
I guess that sort of makes me the meth-addict of smog testing.
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