![]() 07/17/2017 at 18:28 • Filed to: gopro, camaro, camaro ss, articles | ![]() | ![]() |
I started any sort of foray into the world of automotive journalism with this video. It is not good by any means.
It was my test if i could do something with a car and produce content.
From this video I began filming clips at my local cars and coffee, then at local car events, then snapping pics at local events, than eventually found myself writing articles for car sites such as !!!error: Indecipherable SUB-paragraph formatting!!! .
I am humbled, by the opportunities that have grown from this “test video” and I am excited for the future ones to come.
This is not to brag, this post is to reflect on where you came from and how you got to where you are in your automotive circle.
If you started wrenching in a driveway to create a full garage or you snapped cellphone video and turned it into a YouTube channel.
Share your stories below.
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
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Came here for this.
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I was the only one of my clutch to successfully crack through the protective egg casing and emerge into the underground river where I would spend the rest of my larval phase. Once I developed lungs and reabsorbed my tail, I was able to transition to life above ground, though I still must return once a year to bask in the energy of the cave crystals.
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I came from one of these (probably originally from Alberta):
Combined with this bought in a grocery store in Toronto:
... with some veggies added that came from somewhere that has soil.
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Gifts of common sense, luck, and the ability to bluff my ass off.