As the son of a runaway gypsy circus clown, I really can’t help myself. As a kid, my list of goals didn’t include Mt. Everest, outer space or a senate seat. I wanted to be a bald, pipe-smoking pirate with an eye patch and a sword hidden inside my cane.
My dream car was a Volkswagen Bus and my dream was the road. Sort of like a chunky Peter Fonda – a comfortable Easy Rider who didn’t get shot at the end.