When I arrived at the racetrack, the Gearhead’s car was marooned on the tarmac, a red, black and yellow beacon signaling—unmistakable—abandonment. In the moment it took to register the empty…
The other day the gearhead stood in the middle of the kitchen with an expression of worry on his face. It is rare to see the man stop moving for…
Everyone wants to be on TV don’t they? I can answer that question honestly and say that I don’t. Really. [wife edits: I have a fear of public speaking]. But…
The gearhead is on to me about my plan to infiltrate his dinners with more vegetarian fare. Before this blog, he accepted the chance disappearance of meat at some of…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 