Pedal To The Metal
OUTSIDE OF RECEIVING my first firearm when I was 11 years old, and killing my first buck a few years later, buying my first set of wheels brought on the ultimate rush of freedom. My used ’79 Chevy diesel pickup helped me get to and from high school, odd jobs washing dishes for a restaurant and working for a local construction company, and the hunting fields and fishing hot spots of upstate New York. Those days were easy. Crank the engine and Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath or AC/DC on the “upgraded” sound system, and let the wild rides begin! Those were my teenage years. What’s really changed? Not much as far as all the “likes” are concerned. That’s what we were thinking as we put together this special issue. We still…