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Hey there everyone, I figured I’d take a minute to introduce myself. I’m Kevin Whipps, and I’ll be reporting about all sorts of good stuff, but mostly things relating to the North Scottsdale area, the place I call my home. I moved here from Boston, Mass back in 1987, and I’ve been in the 85260 zip ever since.

What else should you know about me? I’m a writer and photographer for several custom car and truck magazines. I also do a little stand-up here and there, so if I decide to make another stage appearance, I’ll be sure to let you know. I also build custom cars and trucks, mostly of the lowered variety. Now picture a lowered Chevy, bombing down Frank Lloyd Wright with tons of BMW’s all around you. That’s my daily commute.

Oh and I also have a website: kevinwhipps.com. It’s a bit baudy and crass, but that’s ok, it’s all in fun. Just know that you’ve been warned.

I’m also a long poster, and this is going to be my first experiment with Movable Type, so after the jump, let me tell you about my first drive through Scottsdale.

In 1987, I was 11 years old, and my sister was 7. The weather in Boston was killing us, and we just had to get off the east coast. After a few trips out here, my parents decided to relocate the whole family, business, and everything out west to Scottsdale. They bought a house near Pinnacle Peak, we packed up a 40+ foot Ryder truck, and made the 2000+ mile drive to Phoenix.

Oh and they decided the best time to move would be August.

I don’t know where my Dad got his directions, because back then we hadn’t heard of any “internet”, but we ended up cruising in through the back roads of Payson, and in through Fountain Hills. We took the beeline all the way through until we hit McDowell, turned right, and cruised on towards the apartment where we’d be staying until the house was completed.

Dad didn’t really know the town that well yet, and negotiating through Scottsdale in a huge Ryder truck was a pretty crazy feat. Our apartment was off of Hayden and Thomas, but somehow we ended up at Thomas and Scottsdale, lost as all heck. It was there that I have my very first memory of Scottsdale.

That memory was of turning the corner, and seeing my very first adult shop: Zorbas.

Growing up in Boston, I had never seen an adult store, much less known what it was. All I knew was that it was a run-down looking building, with lots of cars out front, but no windows. Then as we drove past, one guy walked in with his collar up. I remember thinking, “Someday, I’ll go in there.”

It’s been almost 20 years since that day and you know what? I’ve still never been.

Maybe this weekend.

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