I don't recall the bass line or the drum beat, but I remember the melody...
Back in the dark ages, an actual print magazine (remember those?) - probably 'Car&Driver' - asked readers to send in suggestions for music to listen to while driving. I don't remember any response but one, where some genius wrote in to say:
"Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon' while driving at night between cities, very fast."
"So you're a young car enthusiast and you want a classic sports car, something you can drive everyday, but you don't wanna spend a metric fuck-ton of money? Well, you're in luck! I 've got just the ride for you; a watercooled, front-engined Porsche — specifically, a 944.
Nope, it doesn't have an engine out of a VW van, it's a proper, bona fide Porsche — and there's a bunch of models to chose from."
I have a little money saved for my first Porsche. For every day short drives and monthly longer 6 hour drives. Which is the most fun 2.5 (normally aspirated) early or late, S or S2? Or maybe a 220hp Turbo? In the UK the S seems quite good value, but is an S2 more fun? What about 924 S?
Do you prefer the peaky delivery of the S to the S2? Are the S2 brakes much better, because they seem a bit more expensive to repair?
I quite like the looks of the S compared to the S2, but some days I prefer the S2. Are the 16 valves more fun than the turbos on a winding road?
Can the S brakes be upgraded, or are they good enough as standard. The S seems a bit underrated. I think one of the reviews said that the press car hadn't had enough miles to bed in, so the early reviews were bad.
I like cars that you can rev until they scream, to as high an rpm as possible, so I guess the S might be the one?
It all began with the usual chat.
"Porsches are the strongest."
"No, you don’t know what you’re talking about; Ferraris are the strongest.
Porsches might be strong on the track and in rallies, but Ferrari's 0-100km/h times, Ferrari 's max speed..." On and on it goes.
Then comes the idea; a challenge on track.
the barrel's spun. four of the six chambers are live. the chances of coming outta this one are slim.
we each take turns. me, then Seth and Derek followed by Jae.
decals. art on the decals. simple and abstract sketches of what best personifies the flüssig fab 4. we're all taking stabs, verbally, at concepts. then Jae pushes the words aside and lets his art do the talking.
The kind folks at Flussig Magazine invited me to do a series on guest columns about the life of an American living in Europe trying to make a living as a race car driver. But for me, personally, it is more than that. My wise father (funny to note he gets a little bit wiser with each passing year, or maybe it’s that I listen a bit more closely…sometimes it’s hard to tell) said to me that if I am really, really lucky I can make a living driving a race car. He is a very successful business man so he probably has the ‘making a living’ part down pretty good. But he also told me that many racers have tried and failed to own and manage a team while driving. I must have missed that last part (see comment above about listening closely), because I have been busting my arse (what the Brits call ass) over here in the UK, trying to make the fledgling racing outfit I co-own, Team Technik, a winning force to be reckoned with in the GT3 racing world.
We take so many things for granted. That our car will start or the garage door opener will work when the button is pressed. That fuel will be more gas than water and our favorite fast food venue will get our complex no raw onions, extra crispy bacon order just right. Well, right more times than not.
One of my favorite things to do on the web is to go into a car company’s web site, head straight to their configurator and build something. Sometimes it will be a stripper, just the basic car to see how cheap I can build it. And more times than not, I go all in adding every option to see how far I can take it to the other extreme. I try different colors, different interiors, different wheels and I spare no expense on the performance options. If you are going to build something, you may as well go big. Right?
I'm designing a lounge inspired by the most early Porsche cars for myself.
There are so many elements to these cars.. but I'm resisting taking them literally. I'm trying to create a lounge Professor Porsche would approve of. It's to be 1930s simple but Porsche too. It's a real challenge. I need critical opinions.
"alright...let me speak with your manager; this is ridiculous."
I'm a confident motherfucker, but I can see how this was going to problem for me...I was visually outclassed. I shrank a bit.
"Yes, I'm the manager, is there a problem?"
no good morning, no handshake, no offer to come sit in her office to discuss the matter; only a puff of stale coffee breath arrived with her terse question. I could tell by the slight quiver in her voice and hands folded low across her front this broad was uptight. I knew her tragedy, she hadn't been gone down on in a long while; maybe never.