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Doomsday Daily Driver
Doomsday Daily Driver

Saved from an ignoble ending as wrecking yard parts and scrap, the Doomsday Daily Driver might have screamed silently when we got out the cutting torch and welder. But we saved it from being crushed, and in the end, it has treated us well. Of course, it had no idea it would end up with a rattle can paint job and a wrap, or that it would carry doomsday equipment and decor. But if it ever blushed, we didn’t notice. Now Triple D runs the back roads (and highways) of the west in search of stories and ideas to prepare, prevent, and party in the present-day, slow-burn apocalypse.

Major Tom


Major Tom (the little blue guy on the right side) asks you to honk if you see us, to come talk to us at events, and to subscribe if you’d like to read an eclectic conglomeration of apocalypse-related content. He hopes he’s not so intimidating that you won’t e-mail us to contribute an article. Tom likes burgers with everything, fried zucchini, raw cauliflower, and an occasional shot of tequila. He also hopes for the best, for you and those you love.


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