Here it is, my first car. The 1999 Mercury Sable LS Wagon. You will notice from now on that my love for this thing is pretty absurd (no, not to the extent of the man with the orange Monte Carlo). I grew up with this car.
Oh, would you look at that! A weary traveler of the vast interwebs has arrived on this land of mine. Lest you grow bored and leave, I'll introduce myself real quick.
My name is Jay and I come from a small suburb in the metro Detroit area. Although I was born in Missouri, I don't consider myself as coming "from there." At the ripe old age of 1, long before any concrete memories could form in my head, my parents brought me to Dearborn and I've lived in the area ever since. Many of my characteristics can be attributed to this, namely my tastes in music and cars. My parents, although not interested in cars themselves, have worked for Ford since we moved here and accidentally started my lifelong obsession (much to their later dismay) by pointing out Mustangs and F-150s that passed by us on the road. Aside from cars, I'll probably be posting a lot about music, art, my new-found hobby in antique bicycles, and my many projects regarding these passions. Or, you know, anything that rolls my way that holds any significance to me.
I'm not sure if I'd consider myself new to the world of blogging. Sure, this my first official post on a page of my own, but blogs have been a major source of information for me in recent years regarding DIY projects and the like. As I said before, this blog won't be focused on any one field of interest. This will probably be a place where I feel like I'm telling everyone about my antics and discoveries but in reality, it's likely nobody will actually read this. I'll act like I don't know that, though. While I'm not expecting followers, I'm hoping someone with common interests will receive random tidbits of information by stumbling upon a post or two which will help them along their track, as was the case for many blogs that I have visited.
I'd like to credit my friend Nikolai for giving this blog a clever name because naming things is not one of my strengths.
Before March, the last time my hair was short enough to stand up was before it even grew long enough to lay flat. This was a picture I sent my family after a haircut at school.