The Art Of Silence

I’m one of those praising part I of “1Q84“. First book I ever read with something resembling a product placement inside. Hits you right in the beginning act. At the span of 8 sentences, there’s one specific brand repeated 4 times with 2 even more distinct praises. First one’s Toyota. Second, is sound insulation. I … More The Art Of Silence

Misconceptions

Friends usually French-exit conversations with me when they switch to the modern M-series. Alright, that’s one person and one very specific topic, but probably a huge chunk of car-folks would do the same. It’s not so much BMW’s firing order differentiation from Japanese-made equivalent [and dead] engines that bothers me. It’s sheer attack of pointless … More Misconceptions

On parole

Drifting got to me pretty late. First seen it in NFS Underground 2 where it didn’t even matter which wheels power the car. AI-driven Supras wept miserably as you reverse-entered past them in riced-out Ford Focus. Still, free roaming was more of my style, even if I slid like crazy anyway. Difference was pretty basic, … More On parole

What is this?

Full fathom five thy father lies Of his bones are coral made Those are pearls that were his eyes […] Some of you who happen to know this portion of “Tempest” may ask – what the hell Shakespeare has to do with the new Supra you pretentious mf? And I’d ask a lot of you … More What is this?

We asked for this.

Every time I try to think about Ferrari, the weight of modern mixed-messages these cars emanate ruins the whole venture. If you’re tough enough to read through the first part of Enzo’s biography, two things that strike the most are: how well his clientele matches his character and general inability to even think about leaving the race-car … More We asked for this.

Don’t crash!

Early 2000’s were a magical time for hatchbacks. Romanticism and craziness of Group B fever, came back as a flashback with everyone’s confusion because apparently, future arrived. And yet, considering Madonna’s “Music” reaching the top of charts not as much changed. Clock was broken, new millennium, a blank first page on the next chapter of … More Don’t crash!

Low Voltage Part I

Risen early. Rolled out of bed. Hit the ground like a stone. Tip-toeing on creaking wood came out on the balcony to take in precious dose of 5am air. Craving settled. Laid my butt on cold-hearted tiles, released breath. Strange, heavy aftertaste of coal, and morning hunger. One red as a starter. Refreshment of another … More Low Voltage Part I

The Cursed Flathead

Somewhere around 1980’s, the tide of competitive sports started to break. Superhuman results along with technology to back them up, created beautiful spectacles of agility  dancing around Olympic stadiums. Only few could stand on the same line, sacrificing resources, burning up healthy youth. Steroid control crawled on all fours, pros were given more grippy surfaces, scientifically proven … More The Cursed Flathead