
Hosted by Ethan · EN
Miles Remembered is a nostalgia-driven storytelling podcast about cars, memories, and the roads that shape us. Through vintage details—vent windows cracked open to let life in, pop-up headlights blinking like friendly ghosts of the past, and cassette decks spinning the soundtrack of childhood—each episode explores the unexpected ways automobiles carry our stories.
But this isn’t really a podcast about cars. It’s about a father and a son, about loss and love, and about rediscovering the moments that keep us connected long after someone is gone. From the small, overlooked features of classic rides to the big memories tucked behind them, Miles Remembered blends humor, heart, and a little bit of engine hum to navigate grief, healing, and the power of remembering.
If you’ve ever found meaning in an old song on the radio, a familiar dashboard glow, or a story passed down on a long drive, this is the road trip for you. Buckle up, press play, and join me as I honor the memories that keep us moving forward—one mile at a time.

In this episode of Miles Remembered, we drop the needle on the soundtrack of my childhood. My parents’ vinyl collection filled our home with everything from my mom’s love for Fleetwood Mac to my dad’s devotion to The Cure two worlds of music that somehow blended perfectly for our family.Today, streaming services like Spotify make it easy to hear anything instantly, but they’ve also taken something from us: the shared experience of sitting together, choosing a record, and letting the music fill the room.Nothing captures that feeling better than riding in my dad’s upgraded 1987 Toyota Land Cruiser, listening to his old 80s dance mix on the cassette deck. With nothing more than a simple tape and a crackling speaker, those drives became some of our most meaningful moments proof that connection doesn’t come from convenience, but from presence.Join me as we rewind to the music that shaped us and the memories that still play on.

In this episode of Miles Remembered, we spotlight a car that left a lasting mark on my dad’s life and mine. My father once owned a 1985 root-beer-brown Toyota Celica Supra with iconic pop-up headlights, a car he loved deeply… until it was stolen in Los Angeles and returned just hours later, stripped bare and left on bricks.But this story isn’t really about the theft. It’s about the years of memories wrapped up in that Supra, and how my father’s ability to share both the joy and the heartbreak helps me stay connected to him. Through his stories, I’ve learned that preserving even the painful memories can bring comfort, clarity, and love.As much as I wish my dad were still here, revisiting the moments we shared and the car he adored reminds me why remembering matters.A stolen Supra. A cherished past. A bond that outlives the miles.Join me as I honor the memories that keep us moving forward.