It just sounds so good. Nothing else really matters about this car. It handles marvelously, yes, but the sound, holy hell the sound. And it’s not just the sound at wide-open-throttle, it’s the sound at any RPM from gug-gug to BWAAAAA. It’s beautiful.
Two classic Mini Coopers, a dark warehouse, a camera, and a whole lot of prancing around with an LED wand makes for a damn good Friday night.
The other night I did something I do a lot. I met up with a guy I’ve only met briefly in the past to go out in his car and...wait that could be misleading. Let me start over. The other night I shot some photos of a bonkers ‘01 S4, and it turns out I first met this car about 4 years ago.
Let’s say you met a time traveler. Someone who had been instantly transported from a time long ago to 2016. This person would have zero concept of modern technology, and transportation, and would inevitably be very curious about, well, everything.
Driving old cars can be a mixed bag. On one hand, they tend to be nice to look at and fun to see how “things used to be.” On the other hand, they tend to be mechanically temperamental and lacking relative to what we may be accustomed to in terms of performance and handling.
It’s pretty amazing what you can do with a cheap LED and a DSLR. Last weekend a friend visited and brought this beastly yellow machine, of course I couldn’t help but break out the tripod and snap a few shots.
The McLaren 12C is a fantastic car, there’s no disputing this fact. It was born from years of street and race proven technology and received by the automotive community with open arms. But there was something missing.
What to even say about this car. It’s silver? It’s loud? It’s like a Singer, but wider? It’s like a Rauh-Welt, but with a better spoiler?
The formula is correct with this bawdy German duo. A well balanced chassis, drive to the rear wheels, and most importantly a potent V8 motor up front. Only thing missing was a sinuous stretch of tarmac, which we just so happened to find.
Words simply can not do this car justice. In the realm of exalted sports cars, inhabited by the likes of the E30 M3 and Mazda Miata, The NSX has a distinctly different flavor.
Racetracks are magical places. Even if you’re not there to race or drive at all, there’s a certain feeling associated with the acrid stank of race gas and burned rubber. Which is why I jumped at the opportunity to be a “spotter” for a Porsche Club of America member.
Spring has arrived! What better way to celebrate than with a blown 6-speed drop-top V10 on an empty twisty country road.
The above photo is not a photo of the 570S. Since I wasn't allowed to take any photos of the new "base" McLaren (no matter how hard I tried to bribe every McLaren employee in attendance), I'm just going to describe it in some detail.
Just flying around, minding my business, and this dude comes out of no where and starts sliding all over the place. #notbad
I'm not going to describe the exhaust note of this exuberant machine, apart from saying that I have a feeling the same guys who engineered the sounds of the Jaguar F-Type had a hand in it.
Instead of writing about my year, I figured I'd just put together a bunch of loud revving clips. Enjoy!
Did you ever wonder what percentage of the throttle you are using on the way to get a sandwich? Were you ever curious how many Gs you pulled on the way home from clarinet lessons? Do you have a BMW? You might just be in luck.
I posted this video a few months ago, and for the first time in the history of the internet, I received a truly productive YouTube comment:
Do you own a Fiat 500 Abarth? Did you park it in Brooklyn before it began to rain today? You silly loon, you left your sunroof open. But fear naught!
I've been flying with JetBlue for a long time, watching as they morphed from a no-frills airline with the best in-seat entertainment, to hawking check-bag fees, extra leg room, and now their very own first class.