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
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?
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.
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
Here it finally is, our take on SeduceD thrown by Doriminati.
Top Gear used to laugh the cyclists off saying ‘Work harder, get a car!’, but are we approaching the time of ‘leave social media, buy an SUV’? … More In Defence