Never-ending honking. Cars driving like they are playing a continuous game of chicken. The sound of locusts. Unbearable humidity. People using the few words of English they know only to bargain with you. Being offered squid on a stick. Dog soup on the menu. Being the minority for once. New and old architecture. The Martin family of six has traveled to Shanghai for a week. And no, not for any car event –just for a holiday. How weird is that Read More
“The sound of America”… 1959 Plymouth Savoy, winner of the American Car Collector prize at Beaches
This past week has been my own mini version of Monterey. And when I say mini, I mean only three car events back to back instead of at least 20. The first event was Beaches Cruisin’ at Portland International Raceway. With around 1,100 cars showing up every Wednesday, a live band, as well as drag racing, this is fast Read More
This weekend the Portland Historic Races took place at P.I.R. With the sun finally showing, it was the perfect excuse to take out the 1965 Alfa spider, while my dad attempted to keep up in the new-to-him 1972 Saab Sonnett. As we entered the corrals to park, the sound of vintage Formula cars filled the air. The cars racing along the speedway instantly reminded me of watching my father race around that very same track during my childhood.
I concluded my French foreign exchange a few weeks ago and returned to Portland just in time for Bloomington Gold. After living for almost a year in a country full of Citroëns and Renaults, walking into Bloomington was my first major experience of culture shock. You would have to combine two European cars to even approach the size of a C2.
If a Mercedes Gullwing is the iconic 1950s Grand Touring car, as many insist, then the ultra-exclusive, all-aluminum “alloy Gullwing” is the ultimate example. Mercedes built 29 of them in 1955 as a lightweight, racing variant on the production car. It was 175 lbs lighter than the steel car and sat on lowered suspension, with an upgraded engine, Plexiglas windows, Rudge wheels, and plaid cloth in the seats. It was frighteningly expensive, a serious uptick from the $8,500 normal Read More
Just back from a lunchtime fish taco rally in the burgundy ’74 MG with SCM advertising homeboy Cody Wilson. Not particularly sunny out, but any April day without rain is occasion enough for two dudes to drop the top in Portland. Despite a love of old autos, my experience with both convertibles and British sports cars is approximately zero, so this was novel on every level. Here are my impressions: