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.

Low Voltage Part II

Cliché, nostalgic sadness of leaving behind a gold mine. In this case, classic-car-filled warehouse. Just to face concrete desert with gray sun indicating 12pm. Bob Ross Deus Ex Machina saved it with miraculous reminiscence of vermouth hiding somewhere in my backpack. White sucker’s a bit too sweet for such weather and hits like an ungrateful brat. … More Low Voltage Part II