Grounded in Ajax|Deep in the Community|Our Busy Side of Toronto

I was crouched over the hood at 8:12 a.m., the air in Mount Pleasant still damp from last night's rain, and my hands smelled faintly of isopropyl and coffee. T…

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 10:12 AM, rain tapping like someone impatient on the sunroof, scrolling through three photos my friend had sent of his…

I was hunched over the hood at 9:12 AM, squinting at a tiny orange sticker that said "polish test" while drizzle blurred the Gastown brick across the street. M…

I was hunched over the hood at 9:12 a.m., rain still dripping off the awning, trying not to breathe in the smell of polishing compound and exhaust. The shop's …

I was hunched over my phone at 3:15 pm, rain on the windshield, Vancouver traffic moving like molasses on Georgia Street, trying not to look obvious while refr…

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 10:12 AM, rain tapping like someone impatient on the sunroof, scrolling through three photos my friend had sent of his…

I was hunched over the hood at 9:18 a.m., rain still clinging to the edges of the windshield, trying to line up the protection film while my friend Dylan curse…

I was squinting through drizzle at the shop's window at 2:12 pm, watching a tech carefully peel a sheet of film from a bumper like it was a scalpel. Rain was m…