e̶l̶ ̶j̶e̶f̶e̶

I was pulling out of the supermarket parking lot, inching my way across a small opening in a lane full of cars stopped for a light. as I poked my nose into the opposite lane, I was hypnotized.

this intense shade of green appeared. it took me surprise. it wiped my mind's worries clean off in one swipe replacing them with pleasant thoughts, the kind that involuntarily makes the corners of your mouth curl into a beaming smile. 

I got out of the 911 
went to the driver's side 
pulled the guy driving it out 
gave him a bear hug, ran 'round to the passenger side 
pulled his woman out 
and gave her a long tongue kiss.

goddamn what a color.


leo dijkstra

It's like Jennifer Aniston, all perfect, but I just can't be bothered. Nice hair, beautiful eyes and she does have a relaxed friendly vibe from where I can judge. Even to the mundane and simple non-celeb that I am, she looks approachable unlike other stars. And she's probably good for an interesting intelligent conversation on a wide range of topics too. But I just can't be bothered. Why on earth is that? And would it be different if she would be standing right here in front of me having a beer together? She probably does like a beer instead of some ridiculously complicated cocktail...

Well, what am I mumbling about?


robert turner

I travel a lot on business. How much? Most weeks. There is the occasional break here and there, but overall, I am a road warrior. People ask me where I am based and I tell them mostly on an American Airlines flight flying right over them, right now. I could go on for a long time about the joys of business travel and trust me, it is not even close to anything resembling glamorous. Frequently it completely sucks. 


linda erbse

Kismet. It’s funny when you think about the series of events that occurred for a significant moment in your life to transpire; in my case, it was a visit to the scrapyard to borrow a car trailer from the proprietor in March of 2012.


stig bjerke

This is gonna be a big one, so grab a beer, or a cup of tea and sit down for a while. This is one of the cars closest to my heart, so I have a lot to write about. I bring you the Porsche 968; the last of the front-engined transaxle Porsches.


e̶l̶ ̶j̶e̶f̶e̶

it's an acquired taste, this.

while a 928 without spoilers doesn't seem to excite some enthusiasts, to me and those with an eye for clean, uncluttered design, it signifies absolute perfection of the species. the classic, original lines penned by Möbius are devoid of aerodynamic aids for a very good reason. you see, a car with spoilers and flares sends a very powerful message; it suggests that the engine and suspension has outperformed the shape. put another way, the original lines of the car, in this case the 928, now needs help aerodynamically to cope with the increase in performance.

in the case of the 1983-1986 928S with either the M28.19/20 242hp, 263lb-ft torque 4,7 liter 16-valve engine or the M28.43/44 5,0 liter 32-valve lump producing 288hp and 302lb-ft of torque, one could forgo the "suggested" spoilers with a single option; M470.


robert turner

Remember 2000? It was the start of a new decade and besides the dreaded Y2K debacle, the dot com bubble and a shit load of other stuff that happens when you stick a bunch of zero’s on the end of a number, things seemed pretty quiet in the world of Porsche. Think about it; they only had two cars. The Carrera, with its less than dozen variants, and the Boxster, which had: two. The automotive winds were changing, but if you visited the Porsche headquarters in Zuffenhausen, it was probably like a time warp.