After reading my last article, my Editor was supremely pleased at my interpretation of the Aston Martin DBS. Asking what he meant by “interpretation”, he said he liked how I explained it as a preferred method of transport when arriving at high-stakes poker game.
Now I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I actually [...]
Entries from November 2007
November 28, 2007
The Car Critic’s Paradox and the Aston Martin DBS
November 23, 2007
In Praise of British Cars
Recently, I’ve been spending many words expressing my love for the Italian car, but I have been somewhat leaving out my adoration for the Italian car’s antagonist in soul, the British car.
It has always been a personal struggle of mine, the choice of whether to side with the Italians and drive cars with (Italian car [...]
November 12, 2007
Formula One, Inc. The Selling of a Motorsport’s Soul
Now that the 2007 season of Formula One has ended, I can speak collectively on this maimed motorsport. Why do I say it is maimed? Because it has lost its soul. Or should I say, sold its soul?
This epiphany came to me as I watched John Frankenheimer’s 1966 film, Grand Prix, which was [...]
November 10, 2007
The Essence of Cool: the Phantom Drophead Coupe
I’ve often put a lot of thought into what makes a car cool. Is it the color? The make? The engine? The person driving it? Actually, the real question is: what is “cool”?
“Cool” is impossible to define concretely. “Cool” may be described as a personality, or it may be described as one’s appearance. [...]
November 5, 2007
A Car with Soul
Well, it’s over. My almost month-long excursion in the sun-kissed regions of central Italy finally has end credits rolling over the final shot.
It really has been quite cinematic, this journey. Sometimes I expected to hear the words “Cut!” shouted at spontaneous intervals during conversation or particularly interesting moments. At times, I wish I [...]
November 2, 2007
The Perfect Place to Review a Fiat 500
My new Italian friends insisted that I pass through their town again on my return to Rome; they would be offended and terribly sad if I left the country without a proper goodbye dinner. I said I would return, and then waved goodbye as I puttered off in my Fiat 500. Alas, I [...]
