This weekend, the Petersen Automotive Museum—reopens December 1st!—turned Japanese with an all-Nippon cruise-in. It was an event long overdue, and certainly welcomed. They put the word out to Facebook, Twitter, smoke signals, mirrors off the moon, etc. And then, over 500 cars showed up.
Everything on the [1937 Lincoln Zephyr] echoes the teardrop motif, from the body shape down to the car's Lincoln emblem...
Another famous teardrop from the era was the Hindenburg, a giant 800-foot-long German zeppelin that was a floating luxury hotel and could cross the Atlantic from Germany to New Jersey in three…
40. Calling a Jaguar a "kitty"
It was nearly lunchtime and Jeff and I were pootling about in the Vanquish coupe, headed aimlessly along the coast, when he said: "Hey, you want a coffee? I know a good place. Malibu Kitchen!"
A scream rang from across the canyons. A dull roar, really, dull only because I haven't yet punched it, sitting Right Here in an Aston Martin Vanquish, and I am in a devastating, crippling traffic jam that only the Malibu hills could provide: Ferrari 430, McLaren MP4-12C, Nissan GTR, Maserati GranTurismo…
Friday afternoon, January 23, 4:15pm. Ducking out of work early.
Above: some young people in a car, yesterday.
Further reaffirming my modest proposal that the rich should be harvested for their succulent nutrients, here's a dispatch from Raphael Orlove, a Man of the People, and his discovery of an Airbnb contained entirely within the confines of a $118,000 electric car.
I've never tried to pay attention to people who brag. Which means that the auto industry is the wrong place to be. I don't pay attention to hacks who carefully cultivate their life of leisure, to an audience of sycophants.
Alright, alright. I will concede that this Detroit show proved me wrong, that it was one of the best in recent memory—simply because it was full of surprises, or at least the kind of surprise that happens when you stop paying attention and forego the rumors.
A brand new 2016 model on a stand, yesterday.
One of the most vivid memories I have of this year's Pebble Beach Concours D'Elegance—other than 14 straight hours straddling an Italian paint shaker, arguing with a 17 Mile Drive security goon about press passes, riding in Travis Okulski's new-to-him Mazda Eunos Cosmo rocketship (that's us at Target, when he needed…