“This is going to be a shitshow,” I repeatedly warned anyone who RSVP’d to the party I hosted back in February. I was in the process of moving out of metro Detroit after nearly a decade in the most automotive place on earth, and I still had tons of stuff to pack. A smart man would have focused on that, but I instead decided to host a party open to the general public. Here’s how that went.
I really didn’t have time to prep for a party. I had to make sure The Autopian was still serving its rapidly-growing audience, I had to handle business stuff like hiring and paying freelancers, I had to pack all my things that I’d accrued over the past decade (that included lots of car parts), I had to figure out how to transport or get rid of my vehicles (I owned over 10 at one point), and on and on. So, as I normally do when I need help with something: I went into my safe, removed the Pelican case from within, pulled out a lock from that case, laser-cut the 1/2-inch steel thick box inside that, and then pressed a button that sounded the early 1970s Beetle horn that summons Jason Torchinsky.
I flew Torch to Detroit, picked him up in my beloved Jeep J10 (which I had just had undercoated and equipped with snow tires since I knew it would have to drive in the salt to get to California), and showed him the state of my house. Jason was, to put it lightly, deeply disappointed. “My god how is there still so much to clean?!” he yelled, especially in reference to my garage, which looked like this:
The sheer dread present on Jason’s face when he realized that 1. There was still a mountain of work to do to move out and 2. He’d have to do this in horribly cold conditions was hilarious. Here’s Jason voicing his frustrations:
We didn’t know how many folks would show up to the party; roughly 40 had RSVP’d; maybe the living room, dining room, two bedrooms, and kitchen in the 1,000 square-foot house would suffice for the partygoers? It was going to have to, because there was no way we’d have that garage cleared out by 5:3o P.M. the following day. We only had about 30 hours to prep the place.
Jason and I boxed up a bunch of junk, threw a huge pile of furniture out on the curb, moved some of the shelves I planned to bring to California to the front yard, and frantically tried to simultaneously plan for a party with a completely unknown number of attendees and also for a cross-country move involving two-ton dysfunctional vehicles needing to be moved somehow. Before we knew it, the party had begun.
The shindig actually started in the most appropriate of places given that it was a celebration of my time in Detroit and of the incredible local readership who has supported me along the way: the junkyard. I figured folks would appreciate a short tour through my go-to ‘yard, especially since some attendees would be traveling from as far away as Mississippi! Yes, that’s right, this gentleman excitedly posing in front of his new Honda Odyssey minivan — Ross — sent me an email asking if he could fly in and crash at my crib (I’d offered readers floor-space):
Here was Ross’s email, which, like all RSVPs, included the required proof of him not being a serial killer:
My name is Ross and I have been a fan for years, although I rarely comment on articles and such (we have interacted on instagram a few times over the years)
Anywho I am not a serial killer (!) and live in Jackson, MS. Once you say the word I’d love to use my frequent flyer miles and buy a plane ticket to Detroit to come hang out in a junkyard/go to your party. Here’s a picture of me and my family with the newest automotive purchase, a new to us Honda Odyssey. Very exciting I know!
I’d also like to crash at your place to keep costs down, but let me know if hundreds of people have responded or anything like that.
Thanks and I look forward to hearing from you!
When I arrived at the junkyard, I was amazed to find folks from Illinois, Indiana, Virginia, and all parts of Michigan — it was a crew. We walked around the ‘yard on that sunny but frigid February afternoon, and just looked at incredible vehicular contraptions together. Everyone had their own interest, and everyone had something they could teach the rest of the group. It was a truly beautiful automotive moment:
We saw some great stuff out there. This Buick’s interior was truly mint:
And this 1970s Buick Riviera just mounted atop a 1990s Ford Panther platform is the sketchiest thing I’ve ever seen:
But though we were there to have a good time, the junkyard tour had a more practical purpose. One of the many vehicles (my manual Jeep Grand Cherokee ZJ) I had to transport to California was missing a shifter, and sadly I had installed the transmission in gear. There are solutions to that; I could press the clutch when I needed to move the car, or I could just jamb something into the shifter-hole to get into neutral. But the car also had no brakes, so being able to quickly go into and out of gear was a requirement to move the Jeep. As such, I figured I should find a shifter. Luckily, there was a 4.0-liter powered Jeep Wrangler YJ equipped with the AX-15 five-speed in the junkyard, and a few Autopian readers had brought their tools. So I got to work:
Removing the sheetmetal shifter cover was an ass-pain because this is a Michigan vehicle, as you can tell by the massive hole in the driver’s side floorboard. Actually, the more accurate phrasing is “as you can tell by the lack of a driver’s floorboard,” because damn look at that rust. No surprise to see that it’s right above the muffler; heat catalyzes oxidation.
My friend Jamie’s friend Devon had fortunately brought a sawzall, so we made quick work of that shifter cover, and I triumphantly flailed that shifter in the air during our group photo:
Before you knew it, I had that shifter in my hand, and the crew celebrated with a selfie:
I also snagged this great pic with devout reader Jack rocking some Autopian member-swag! (please become a member if you haven’t!)
While I was at the junkyard, Jason was frantically cleaning the house and setting the place up for a shindig. We managed to decorate the little shack with car parts, which we labeled with sticky notes. Behold a strut, coil spring, lower control arms (one for a solid axle, one for a MacPherson strut), and damper:
Here, behind the keg I spent far too much money on, you can see that I’ve labeled an alternator, water pump, fuel pump, ignition coil, crankshaft damper, and power steering pump:
In addition to the keg, I also managed to dig up a few beers I’d left in my yard for about 3.5 years. I’m not sure anyone ended up drinking them:
The party started off…as a bit of a shitshow, as I’d predicted. It had snowed a few days prior, and I’d underestimated the attendance, so folks were having to drive in parts of the yard that I’d torn up over the years during vehicle testing (you may recall the Kia Rio incident). The result was: folks were getting stuck:
Luckily, nobody crashed into anyone, and nobody got too badly stuck. Here’s a little tour of the wonderful vehicles that the car-obsessed Autopian readers drove to the hastily-planned event:
The party quickly became one for the books — stuff of legend. People who had been reading my articles since I got started in the industry were there, folks who’d helped me wrench on cars years ago showed up, former colleagues from Chrysler popped by, fellow journalists made their faces shown, and there were just so many old friends whom I hadn’t seen in years — it was incredible!
Here’s a look at the inside of the house during the tail end of the party. What a great showing:
Folks at pizza and snacks, chugged beer and soda, and talked cars with people who truly understood them. Here’s reader Tyler Herden showing the room his custom-built Mitsubishi Montero Sport Gambler 500 rig:
It quickly became clear to me how meaningful it was for people to spend time with others who share their passion. I’ve been able to do it as an auto engineer and journalist, but even then it’s not always easy. That little 1,000 square-foot house in Troy, MI, with lights on and music blaring, bustling with true car enthusiasts on that cold February night — it was a sanctuary. A truly special place where people could open up about what they truly love, and the conversations were incredible.
At one point readers presented me with an awesome Ram 1500 tailgate that someone had custom-painted with a bomber plane and a Bald Eagle pilot. Apparently readers had removed it during the junkyard tour:
Jason and I played car-trivia, and gave away lots of automotive paraphernalia I had amassed over the years. Let’s see if you can get this one:
Look at this happy winner! (By the way, that’s Dan in the corner in the background; he and I had met at various car shows throughout the years, and he’d helped me weld up certain speciality jobs that I couldn’t weld myself; he’s a prolific fabricator. I loved that he showed up):
After hours of roaring conversations between fellow car fans — many in the industry — a few folks started to leave, so I gathered folks around the small fire that my friend Jamie had created in my backyard. It was time for me to thank everyone for an incredible decade following my car-dreams in the most automotive city on earth:
“I’m not from Detroit, but this is where automotive dreams come true. If you love cars, it’s right here. This is the motor city,” I began, going on to talk about how I was able to achieve my every automotive dream in Detroit, working for Jeep, hanging out with the people who have engineered and designed my favorite cars of all time. “The people who live in this area….It’s in your blood, and that is something that you cannot replicate. And yes, Jason will tell me that LA car culture is fantastic, but it’s never going to be motor city,” I say in the clip above while standing on a 31×10.50R15 all-terrain tire and looking out at a huge crowd of loyal readers.
We took a group photo after Jason and I profusely thanked everyone for supporting us for years.
After the speech, the exodus from the party began to accelerate, but those who stuck around turned it up. The music got louder, the behavior got wilder, and the beer keg got emptier. To entertain folks, I read aloud the death threat I’d received from an unhinged AMC fan; it was absolutely hilarious. Jason even did the worm:
The little fire, which my friend Jamie had foolishly built atop some kind of flat platform sitting on a tire quickly turned into a roaring inferno. Why? Because Jamie had decided to take a shelf that I’d been planning to bring with me to California and just chuck it into the fire!
“What the heck, Jamie!” I exclaimed. “That’s the ‘bring to California’ pile! The trash pile is over there!” I pointed. Jamie responded be walking over to the trash pile, grabbing all the furniture, and just chucking it into the flame:
Just look at this blaze!
The fire grew even larger when the inevitable happened: The tire caught fire! Yes, we were having a tire-burning fire at the Tracy shack, listening to country music, talkin’ about trucks, drinkin’ beer.
Shortly after noticing the tire fire, I found the brilliant architect of the blaze jamming out to “6 Liter GTR” by “The Chats”:
As the night went on, and folks became more and more tired, things began to get weird. Jason and I sang Bill Withers’ “Just The Two Of Us”:
An auto engineer began to vomit on my couch:
And so went the magic night that I invited the entire internet to a party at my house. It was wild. There were flames. There was dancing. There were car parts. There was beer. There was a junkyard tour. There was merriment, there were new friendships — it was one of the most magical evenings of my entire life, and I will forever be grateful for everyone who partook, especially those from out of town.
I’m not sure why, but I took the above picture of the convenience store refrigerator when I went to re-hydrate the passed-out engineer on my couch. The next morning, a few readers/friends even came back over just to help me pack, and to have one last meal with me:
The logistics of my relocation are a story for another day. How does someone with a dozen cars just up and move all the way to California? The answer involves a lot of pain that I wouldn’t recommend to anyone. Again, more on that later.
I remember Jason posting about the disgusting condition of David’s floor while he was doing The Worm.
Still queasy about that, and his medical emergency. Makes me wonder if there is a meaningful overlap of the 30 per mil. that get that, and those that do the worm.
PSA Don’t do the worm! It’s unbecoming at best.
I’m still amazed that he willingly touched that floor. I can only assume he was super drunk at that point but he most definitely didn’t seem like he was or he hid it extremely well.
Not meaning this in a misogynistic way and perhaps I missed it in the post, but that photo really highlights the one blond in the front. Hope she was welcome (ie not singled out all night like I’m currently doing) and awesome on her for repping women and cars!
Maybe she’s just short like the rest of the people in the front row, and like in every group picture ever taken? lol
Not sure it means anything.
Although, this WAS quite a brodeo.
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I mean sure… it was a legitimate meet up, Funyuns were served. What better way to fully recognize the simple meaninglessness of your existence than to partake in that little, sad party.
The pictures alone give me perspective and permission to ignore this type of contrived nonsense for the rest of my life.
So long suckers!
The internet has been fun and all… but… I’ve got real shit to do.
Peace out!
How do I delete this fucking account?
Autopian staff? How do I delete my ability to communicate with you fine folk for good?
Let me out.
LET ME OUT!
It’s a WordPress account. Log in there and find delete account in the settings. Anyway, what’s wrong with you? If you don’t like the content then don’t come back. Leaving a series of dramatic comments to do so is just weird.
I’m pretty sure he is still upset about the AMC article
Oh, this is the AMC guy? That makes a lot of sense.
My name isn’t John.
I don’t live in Wisconsin.
I agree with DT that the AMC 360 was a humongous pile of shit!
Guess again.
What’s my malfunction?
This person isn’t sane. It’s not uncommon to scroll down to comments and see a thread like this from them. This is actually one of their more coherent comment threads.
Aw… thanks mate. Coherent, that means a lot to me.
Without knowing for sure, it seems to be a simple case of drunk and lonely typeitis. Most of us have had it at some point in life or another. Maybe not on a car site, but ya know it sometimes happens without warning, like a Fritos burp in an elevator.
Nailed it!
I can tell you’ve got me figured out, because you’re the one with the most internet upvotes (6) (one of them mine) to your comment to my comments.
Hurray!
Shame can be a strong motivator.
WordPress account?
Thank you. That’s helpful.
The problem is… I enjoy the content too much.
You understand how dopamine influences the human brain right?
Deleted my WordPress account as instructed. But I’m still here.
Any other brain busting tips?
I’m really not enjoying this internet version of purgatory anymore.
How do I get out for good?
Looks like WordPress is connected to another site called Gravatar.com This seems to be how our profiles have pictures and such. Since your icon isn’t a silhouette you’re probably registered there. I logged in and on the right was my email address with a pull down arrow beneath it. When you pull down that menu there’s a “disable Gravatar” option. I didn’t see anything about deleting the account so disabling may be the best you can do without contacting them directly. But that should work so you can stop spamming here.
Sure, I’m aware of the Gravatar.com connection. I’m locked out there, but still able to sign in and comment here?
It’s terrible for the Autopian and it’s terrible for me.
The fact that I can’t just disappear from the commentariat for good.
You know, you actually can. It’s as simple as not posting anything. If there are any staff reading this instead of working on a way to prevent this presumable adult from following their own seemingly uncontrollable impulses, maybe work on a block feature for everyone else? I don’t think this commenter has done anything sufficient to warrant a ban yet but the rest of us shouldn’t have to see their nonsense. And if they don’t get enough attention they’ll probably move onto bannable offenses soon enough.
“And if they don’t get enough attention they’ll probably move onto bannable offenses soon enough.”
I thought about taking that approach. But I can’t. I’ve got a reputation to uphold you see.
I’m not an asshole in real life.
Just on the internet. I can’t bring myself to that level.
What? Suddenly I start using the N word with reckless abandon?
Start hating on trans gender people for no reason?
I can see where these attention seeking xenophobic zealot types come from though my own experience of being part of a group, belonging then being cast aside because of my own personal faults or failings.
I’ll be the first to admit that the social validation feedback loop hit me pretty hard when I got a COTD once. Then my obsessive, compulsive, socially needy nature kinda took over from there.
I recognize that I am not adding value to the community or conversation here. That’s precisely why I need out.
Yet it’s difficult to just leave behind.
Thanks for trying to help.
I guess, In the end… I’ve been trying to get banned from the Autopian for a while now with my nonsense.
I just can’t bring myself to be absolutely rude enough to make that happen.
Just don’t post. Is tantamount to telling your alcoholic friend just don’t buy beer at the grocery store anymore.
Ok, maybe you’re not a run-of-the-mill troll. If not then you probably need professional help. Therapy, medication…I’m not doctor but this is clearly an unhealthy fixation and getting banned or deleting your account are not substitutes for treatment. Seriously, try to get well.
But… I thought I was talking to a doctor here.
Mantis Toboggan, MD?
You’re clearly wearing a stethoscope in your profile photo.
Just when I think someone understands what I’m saying….
They go rogue.
This just warmed my heart.
So true and glad this place works the way it does
Wish we had more IRL meetups for this reason. Thanks again for sharing w/ all of us.
It was a pretty epic party. It probably helped that David set the expectations very low with that yard beer. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. It’s good to know most of those memories are still in my head after the tire fire.
“nobody got too badly stuck” except David’s U-haul.
The tire fire wasn’t the original plan but then the tire caught fire and well, the rest is history. In retrospect, putting the fire pit on top of a tire probably wasn’t the best idea.
Not the best idea, but pretty fitting for this party.
Thanks for the shout out David. I’ve never been called prolific before. That was such an awesome day, I think a junkyard crawl should start every party.
I’ve extolled everyone I can about how great the entertainment value of the junkyard is. Compare it to the time and price of a movie!
Look at David keeping up the Christmas tradition of posting articles I had given up on haha.
What a great time, still glad I flew in on a whim. Maybe some time I’ll make it out to California and get some wheelbarrow shrimp
Also, my apologies for being so short in the fire video. Pretty sure I was 20 hours into a long day haha
That was such a fun party, and I’m glad everyone survived the junkyard and tire smoke!
Glad I could help. Sorry (not sorry) to have missed the ShitShow™️.
Your landlords were/are *saints*
I’d lose my shit over that house and yard if I owned it; no deposit would cover the intense David Tracy’ing of every surface inside and out that occurred.
In reality he’s a nice guy who pulls Jedi mind-tricks on landlords.
The pasta bar in the shower must have been really crowded.
This contrast really demonstrates how different Hollywood David is.
Speaking of which, what’s happening with the Nash Metropolitan?
Judging by all the coats being worn inside, Michigan David doesn’t turn on the heat
Wish I could have been there! Prior obligations, plus a migraine which insured the prior obligations were cancelled… I hope to make it to some Autopian event soon, even if I have to go to Chicagoland.
You finally finished it, DT! Thanks for putting the vids on YTube to show the fun, very cool. One question though, “Soda”? Really? Tsk.Tsk. 🙂
It was a great party David. I was one of the instigators of the tailgate .. I hope it’s bringing you happiness to this day. 🙂
It was a bizarre and wonderful night. Hope everyone who attended is doing well and at some point, we get to do it all again.
This post was definitely worth the wait.
Reading it reminded me of things from that night that I’d forgotten (that weird Town Car-Riviera hybrid, the guy with the Gambler-ized Firebird, the carefully curated exhibit of car parts scattered around the house) and plenty of things I remembered … including that ridiculous hand-painted tailgate, Torch doing The Worm (for what I hope is the final time given his recent cardiovascular distress), David complimenting my WGA toque, and just being able to thank the editors in person for creating this site and this community.
One day, I’ll make it to another Autopian meet-up, but it’ll have to be pretty epic to match that one.
Thanks again, David.
I’m pretty sure I saw the gambler Firebird at concourse d’lemons, I lol’ed at the shit box edition sticker
“I owned over 10 at one point” This phrasing implies that you aren’t sure how many you owned at once. Which for you, I find entirely believable!
I wish I could have been there. Alas, I had a prior engagement. I had a fun night doing something else fun and automotive related, but frankly now that I’ve seen the video… y’all had more fun that I did!
Nha, it’s just a lot of them don’t count as an entire vehicle
Fair. How many utes does he own in Australia? I think it’s technically 1-1/2.
I regret not being there, but we’ve had numerous interactions, and hey, we’re here to welcome you back to Motor City, should you want to, someday.
A keg of Two Hearted? David, the gentleman and the scholar.
A very Michigan choice as well.
Gosh, that happened this year? I could have sworn that was like…a year I lost in the couch cushions or something. It’s been a loooooooong year!
Yes. Yes, it has. Fingers crossed for a better 2024
HA!
It was indeed quite a party! I’m glad you were finally able to talk about it. 😉
The walk through the pick+pull was interesting. Different people gravitated toward different types of vehicles, but a lot of the conversations started the same way: “Why is this here?? It wouldn’t take much to get it driveable again…”.
One of my favorite photos is the one of you, Torch, Mercedes, and me taken just after the group photo. I had to head out fairly early so I appreciate the evidence of the later activities. 😀
Thank you for having us to your place and letting us send you off properly!
Awesome!
I assumed you were waiting for the statute of limitations to run before posting about your move.
I was thinking the same thing. Something about security deposit, insurance, new female knowledge…
I seriously doubt David got a cent of the security deposit back. I don’t think it was going to be returned even before the party. I’d say the deposit was well worth it for the years of entertainment it brought all of us.
It truly was a magical night, and I think we all learned that the real tire fire was the friends we met along the way