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Timmy Reyes is a professional surfer. BFGoodrich does not encourage anyone to go surfing in dangerous conditions alone or ones that are beyond their ability.

You can learn a lot about a person by what’s in their garage. Take Andrew Comrie-Picard for example. He lives on a quiet, unassuming street. But this Canadian racecar driver, stuntman, TV personality and wine expert has years and years of stories hidden behind his ordinary garage door.

Whether he’s mowing lawns in Virginia on a zero-turn, hauling gear through the Rockies in a diesel Jetta wagon, busing from village to village in Ghana, cruising through Utah’s dunes on a Polaris RZR®, photographing Patagonia from an adapted Ford® 4x4 camping van, or heading to the kitchen for a snack in his wheelchair, Kirk Williams is going places. And he isn’t slowing down for anything.

South of Moab on Highway 191, just as the last branches of civilization fade into total desert, Grandpa’s Garage perches on the rim of Spanish Valley, Utah. Part clubhouse, part tool library, part off-road summer camp for adults, it’s a place of many contradictions. It’s not an auto shop, but you can come by to work on your car. It’s not a campground, but you can park your RV and stay awhile. It’s a local landmark, present in tourist guides and on travel blogs. But also, it’s a private residence.

When you meet a Force Recon Marine, you expect many things. Emotional vulnerability is not at the top of the list. But Robert Blanton is sitting behind his desk in the Warfighter Made shop in Temecula, California, describing to a virtual stranger how he was on the brink of suicide just a few short years ago.

On break at work in August of 2022, Adam Masters indulged in an all-too-familiar habit for car enthusiasts across the world: scrolling through the used car section of Facebook Marketplace “just to see what’s out there.” It’s a tight used vehicle market everywhere, but especially in California, where Adam co-owns Squirrel Concepts, a small auto shop in East Long Beach. So, on this random Thursday morning, he had his search radius set as high as it will go.

The first car club in America was a group of kooky inventors. You may know some of their names: John Lambert, Henry Ford, Charles and Frank Duryea, David Buick, Alex Winton, Louis Chevrolet, Ransom Olds. They were sharp, eccentric men who were feared by their neighbors, humored by their wives, and deeply doubted by every banker in town.

Out in the sandy hills of Baja, or the barren Nevada desert, people still ride steel chariots into battle. RJ Anderson is one of those people.

This year’s SCORE Baja 1000 race looms right around the corner — but is it a right turn or left? How sharp? Is there a ditch somewhere we need to worry about? And finally: on a scale from one to six, how fast can we safely take this corner?