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I was going through some photographs and found this gem. Yes, this is what happens when gearheads get married -- they drive themselves to the wedding. I arrived at the wheel of my red 1947 Cadillac, while he showed up in his pink 1957.
And don't laugh too hard at the dress or the hair. Hey, it was 1987 -- none of us knew any better back then!
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I’m a freelance writer and a member of the Automobile Journalists of Canada. My regular outlets include new-car reviews and special-interest articles for National Post and its Driving.ca website; new-car reviews and features for AutoTrader.ca; features for Automotive News Canada; articles on antique cars for Old Autos Newspaper; and articles in the industry trade magazines Collision Management, Fleet Digest and Tire News. You can still find my work at Autos.ca, where I wrote reviews and features, and was the Assistant Editor. For almost three decades, I wrote for the Toronto Star's Wheels section, and also contributed to the newspaper Metro.
But I’m more than just cars: I also write about food and drink, travel, pen collecting, celebrity interviews and pets, among others. My work has appeared in such publications as Sharp For Men, Maclean's, Harrowsmith Country Life, Pen World, Dogs In Canada, Gambit, Where New Orleans, Rural Delivery and Writer’s Journal.
