Hi, thanks for visiting my blog. This is a passive site, meaning I don't visit or up-date it much anymore.
Feel free to have a look around, see some of my old postings (pre-2005ish) and get a bit of an insight into my personal life, my rambling thoughts and interests.
If you'd like to learn more about my professional services, click the PROFILE link below and hit the "website" link to GOOGLE my name - follow the bread crumbs. (You can also e-mail me from there, if that's easier...)
Thanks!
EDITORS NOTE - WHY THE 908 KID?:
I've been a racing fanatic my whole life. In my opinion, the Porsche 908/3 (in Gulf livery) was one of the finest short wheel base road-racing cars ever built. Also known as "a lawn chair with 350hp", it was nimble, had a powerful AIR cooled flat-8 3 liter engine, and thanks to it's low weight and great balance, was very, very fast around the mountain roads of Sicily (re: Targa Florio). See my "Wishlist" - on my PROFILE - for the full story.
Behold! It is I! El Caliente, master of the El Pollo Loco flame.
For months I have been rotting in a stinking French prison for a crime I did not commit, counting down the days until I could read Das 908 Kind's latest drivel.
With naught more than a spoon and my talented tongue, I dug may way to freedom, stabbed a four-eyed geek in the heart and overtook his computer to log onto this site.
What do I get? Nothing but cars.
The French prison was more interesting than that. You may find me there. If, that is, they take me back.
Behold! It is I! El Caliente, master of the El Pollo Loco flame.
For months I have been rotting in a stinking French prison for a crime I did not commit, counting down the days until I could read Das 908 Kind's latest drivel.
With naught more than a spoon and my talented tongue, I dug may way to freedom, stabbed a four-eyed geek in the heart and overtook his computer to log onto this site.
What do I get? Nothing but cars.
The French prison was more interesting than that. You may find me there. If, that is, they take me back.
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Behold! It is I! El Caliente, master of the El Pollo Loco flame.
For months I have been rotting in a stinking French prison for a crime I did not commit, counting down the days until I could read Das 908 Kind's latest drivel.
With naught more than a spoon and my talented tongue, I dug may way to freedom, stabbed a four-eyed geek in the heart and overtook his computer to log onto this site.
What do I get? Nothing but cars.
The French prison was more interesting than that. You may find me there. If, that is, they take me back.
Behold! It is I! El Caliente, master of the El Pollo Loco flame.
For months I have been rotting in a stinking French prison for a crime I did not commit, counting down the days until I could read Das 908 Kind's latest drivel.
With naught more than a spoon and my talented tongue, I dug may way to freedom, stabbed a four-eyed geek in the heart and overtook his computer to log onto this site.
What do I get? Nothing but cars.
The French prison was more interesting than that. You may find me there. If, that is, they take me back.
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