Chris Trapp

It’s the time of year when I start driving, what my wife calls, my “fun cars”.  It’s harder now that we have an infant. Mine aren’t very baby friendly but I manage to get out in one at least once a week.  Running errands solo tends to

A few weeks ago, the Commonwealth of Massachusetts rejected me.  Well, not me exactly.  Massachusetts rejected my 1989 Jeep Wrangler, the metaphorical me.  Unlike 19 other states, Massachusetts requires annual safety and emissions testing of all vehicles wearing Bay State license plates.  Any car not up to snuff gets the

The turn of the 21st century was a wild time to be a car nut. Cars, like music and movies, were ditching everything analog and going digital.  Computers were being stuffed in a car's every nook and cranny while software and sensors began to reign with an iron

During the last few weeks I’ve been traveling to trade shows with co-workers.  It’s not fun, but it’s not terrible either.  While my companions aren’t that annoying, I secretly pick a seat on the flight far, far away from them. Even if it means riding in

Everyone has a bucket list.  I’m sure it’s quite a shocker that mine can be sorted into two distinct categories: car stuff and bike stuff.  Naturally there’s epic items to check off, like ride up Mauna Kea and do a hot lap of the Nurburgring Nordschleife.  Others