Loud paint saves lives. I don’t have much else to say about this motorcycle in particular, but as I was attempting to take a picture of it, a very familiar Ford Ranger pulled up next to me on the opposite side. The driver was a pretty nice guy, and it turns out he was in the midst of filming the boost gauge on the street as we crossed paths. The operator of the motorcycle however, cautioned that “…this better not be for some porn site.”
I hope he isn’t disappointed.
I talk about the Ford Mustang a lot, whether I’m referring to it fondly or otherwise. Although I was raised in bowtie vehicles, my first sports car was a Mustang. I can’t say that I’ve ever been a fan of the design of any pony made before 1969 (or 74-78) but this car has a simple, clean look to it, and the subtle choice of color only helps. I don’t think there’s a set of modern aftermarket wheels that I could say that I liked (and if you’ve followed us long enough you’ve probably to come to that conclusion about me yourself) but these are about as passable as they get. Continue reading
These photos are from the first time I ran into this particular bi-winged serpent. The second time was at Barrett-Jackson, on the other side of town. It wasn’t being auctioned, it was just parked next to a bunch of other Vipers. I can’t really tell you the story on the Wright brothers wing setup, other than to say that I hope it’s functional. According to the driver, it is a 2001 model, which would put it at 450 hp and an easy low-12-second quarter mile, which is pretty respectable for a car that’s more than 10 years old. It would have no problem keeping up with the supercharged LSA V8 found under the hood of the Cadillac CTS-V, though it wouldn’t get nearly the same mileage. Continue reading
This a perfect example of the sum of it’s parts rising above the parts themselves. Let me explain why:
This is owned by someone who served for our country, which I respect. Unfortunately I can’t respect the aesthetics of the their method of transportation so feel free to label me a terrorist and an asshole. I feel bad already, believe me. Continue reading
This is the “better parts of a lesser car” that America’s famous pony car was built off of. Well, not exactly this generation, but it was this model that spawned a crazed motoring youth. It forced General Motors (with some nudging from a close-minded, attention-seeking, young political activist) to abandon the Corvair, and to move the early BOP Y-bodies to a body-on-frame A-body platform. We’re talking about a car that kick-started the golden age of horsepower somehow by just taking grandma safely to her bingo games. The good ole harmless Ford Falcon. This particular Falcon is the last of it’s kind, and is the embodiment of everything it was meant to be.
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