Archive for October, 2008

15
Oct
08

The Miracle Mile

Every year around this time, the Americana Manhasset, a high end strip of shops an boutiques, holds a fantastic Concours D’elegance.

All the local exotic car dealerships come out and make their presence known, as they come and feature the best of their collections, while the local car community comes out in their finest to do the same. The result is a breathtaking combination of new and old dream cars lined up for all to see and enjoy. It is window shopping for the dream garage, and probably the only time men are dragging their wives and girlfriends to “the AM”, and not the other way around.

What is also fantastic about this event is the parking lot in the back, which sort of becomes an unofficial suppliment to the show itself. Like I’ve said before, the car community here is vast, and those who didn’t enter usually show up in a wide variety of exotics and mix together in the back with all the other cars. There’s usually a concentrated center, where the most intriguing and wild rides convoke themselves away from the main party, and you kind of discover it like Baby wandering away from the aristocratic function and finding an automotive Patrick Swayze and his crew rocking out with all the “regular” cars.

Here are the highlights:

The Phantom's Menace

 

Uncle George would be proud

Uncle George would be proud

Guy Frost's Dino

Guy Frost's Dino

Oh! here comes my dream angel baby...

Oh! here comes my dream angel baby...

...and there she goes. one day, I promise...

...and there she goes. one day, I promise...

no naked James May in sight this time

no naked James May in sight this time

Bugatti boombatti

Bugatti boombatti

Still don't know if the "S" in DBS stands for sport, spy, or sexy

Still don't know if the "s" in DBS stands for sport, spy, or sexy

''back in my day, we didn't have roll cages..."

Tommy brought this up from Vice City

Tommy brought this up from Vice City

*sigh* I just...really want one

*sigh* I just...really want one

Dad hints that the SLR 722 would make a fine Christmas gift

Dad hints that the SLR 722 would make a fine Christmas gift

I had to put a Porsche in here, otherwise V throws a fit

This is for V.

It doesn't get much better than this

It doesn't get much better than this

don't worry sunbeam, it happens.

don't worry, Sunbeam, it happens

288 GTO. how do you like me now, Magnum?

288 GTO. how do you like me now, Magnum?

Alright, Dad, we'll get you a Testarossa too

Alright, Dad, we'll get you a Testarossa too

GT-R in the wild

GT-R in the wild

The court finds you bad-ass, and sentences you to a lifetime of smoking bitches

The court finds you bad-ass, and sentences you to a lifetime of smoking bitches

Number one...

Number one...

...with a Bullitt.

...with a Bullitt.

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-Alex-

02
Oct
08

Lamborghini Estoque: My knee-jerk reaction

Autoblog (and probably everyone else at this point) has images of the Lamborghini Estoque, fresh from the floor of the Paris Motor Show. Check them out here.

I’m hesitant to admit this, but I’m pretty underwhelmed. Like its arch rival, Ferrari, the “mighty bull” that is Lambo is indeed a sacred cow, especially around my house (or sacred non-gender specific bovine, if you’re going to split hairs). To say, as I just did, that I don’t immediately love the newest Lamborghini incarnation is akin to some as saying you’re not too thrilled with the new pope: some people would have no qualms whatsoever to express this, but such a thing causes eyebrows to skyrocket among the truly devout.

Appropriately enough, I recently had a conversation with my Dad about one of his most beloved cars of his day: the Espada. I have heard my Dad go on and on about the Espada many times, over many years, which he does in such reverie, I half expect each of his laudations to end with “…but she left me, and I settled with your mother.” I don’t even think he had one.

At the end of this recent instance, I felt that I could stand no more, and I finally said, with great difficulty: “the Espada was ugly.”

“What?” said my Dad.

“Dad, the Espada was hideous.” I said, with a choke. My brother, also present, looked on and said not a word. After a (tense) pause, my dad responded with “mmyeah, but man it was a great car” to which we all sighed and agreed with, in a stammering rabble kind of way.

And that’s how I feel now, I feel compelled to speak non-positively about another blasé, odd-shaped Lamborghini, and I can feel my stomach knotting.

I’ll qualify it now by saying that this is my initial reaction, and I’ll probably feel different when I see it in person, and I’m sure the performance figures are great, etc., but I don’t think I like it.

Whoo. There, I said it.

Incidentally, I showed the Estoque images to my dad, who simply uttered “hmm…I dunno.”
Some things never change.