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

I was halfway through rubbing a microfiber cloth over the passenger fender at 2:15 pm, rain spitting into the driveway like it had a personal vendetta, when my …

It was 8:47 a.m., drizzle still hanging off the wipers, and I was hunched over the passenger seat flipping between two PDFs on my phone. The service bay smelled…

I was squinting through the drizzle at 9:23 a.m., parked on a narrow stretch of Commercial Drive, watching a guy in a high-vis jacket prop a tarp over the servi…

I was hunched over the hood, rain soaking through my jacket, watching the tech wipe a tiny bead of water off my friend's Prius with slow, almost reverent motion…

I was halfway through scrubbing rain off the driver's side window with my sleeve when the guy from the shop stepped out and waved me over. It was 3:12 pm, the s…

I was crouched in the drizzle, hood of my friend's Subaru open, a roll of questionable masking tape stuck to my palm, watching the installer peel back a corner …

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 8:23 a.m., rain spitting at the windshield, trying to read three different quotes on my phone at once. My friend had te…

I was hunched over the passenger seat at 8:23 a.m., rain spitting at the windshield, trying to read three different quotes on my phone at once. My friend had te…