Q Osborne


Coming up on five years… Soon our time spent with Sequoia will surpass the time we have spent with any other vehicle. Looking at the odometer, this big tree has smashed all my records for time behind the wheel. We’ve now driven nearly 100k km. That’s not a lot by most standards, but given that I seem to swap out […]

More Than Friends?


This site used to be about cars. Now it’s just whining and reminiscence. Details of car life don’t interest me the way they used to. For example, I bought another JCE10 this summer, spent a couple of hard days with it in the barn (RIP), drove it 10,000 km in less than 2 months, and never mentioned a thing here. […]

JCE10 Round 2



Questions abound. 2019 was a real-life wreck. [qr] car-life suffered massively as a result. On my end, there is not much left to write about. My ZN6 is gone and terribly missed. Our XA40 RAV4, which was slightly more than an appliance, is also gone. Both decisions were forced by unplanned events. Being a “professional car enthusiast” for the last […]

Still Alive?


Well shit. Life has evolved to a point where nearly everything I post here should stay out of the public eye. Good thing I’ve never used “Google” as a character reference. This post comes to you courtesy of The Chemical Brothers, Co-op brand IPA, and old men who leave voicemails. I’ve had the pleasure of making a meager living for […]

I Get My Rage On With Wrenches



懐かしい気持ち。 Still working on moving on. Some lessons learned: Be a man. Be like a truck. Carry things. Get shit kicked. Be ugly… but comfortable and dependable. Never sell that truck. Sometimes life is easy enough for sports cars… but then… This 22RTE truck was mine at a time between marriage and adult money. It was ragged and hacked, drank […]

Final Scenes – II


I bought it on a whim on New Year’s Eve. I had been in the market for a Tundra, but this was close…ish and too good of a deal to pass up. Even though it is the worst color that Toyota has ever painted a vehicle, this UCK45 Sequoia, has turned into a workhorse that my family can barely imagine […]

This Old Friend