There has been an awakening in the force. “Kiss My Asphalt” was a cute-ish play on words. Except the Simpsons already did it. And it sounds like something Flo at Mel’s Diner would say in between cracks of her gum.
It was time for a change. Not to “Larry Thorson Media.” That is this space, and it’s sort of a meta view of the world of my media interests. Plus, bleh. I hate self-promotion. I do the bare minimum.
In contrast, I am proud of my heritage. One grandma was fresh off the boat from Scotland, her husband’s older siblings were fresh off the boat from Norway. Allegedly, I am descended from a couple of famous alums from the old country. Currently, they are staying at some sort of resort for champions.
Several minutes of checking for copycats later, I had a name that incorporated my love of cars, my efforts to find and document the grail cars (and occasional unicorns).
So give a welcome to Asphalt Valhalla. It’s here (as soon as it propagates; transitioning URLs will happen when it happens), it’s mine and most of all, it hasn’t been done that I could find. I have the Twitter, the FB (in review) and the Instagram.
Enjoy. I am open to thoughts and helpful criticism.