An automotive enthusiast’s personal apocalypse. A story in the not-so-distant future in which Mr. Randel, caught up in a system not of his making, faces the inevitability of having the government confiscate his car, and remembers the time when he had the freedom and the means to enjoy driving. He realizes that it’s too late and that things have gone way too far to ever go back.

Car Fiction by Gary D. Smith
I don’t exactly remember when I first became suspicious of Grandpa’s ‘39 Dodge pickup, but it was probably in the summer of ‘55 or ‘56. Those were the years right before I got my driver’s license, and Grandpa used to drive me everyday to the summer job I had. The [...]

Car Fiction by Gary D. Smith
The rush hour commute downtown could be worse—I’m usually ahead of the main stampede. With all of the construction it still can take nearly an hour. If I’m not in my car and backing out of the garage by 6:00 it could take an extra 30 minutes. But compared to [...]