Smoke 'Em if You Got 'Em
While viewing NYC from the Highline, I looked down to catch a few guys grabbing a minute or two long break.
I especially dig the Montreal Expos hat on the one guy.
Piazza del Ferrari
The inanimate (until the key is turned) objects of my affection. A Ferrari Enzo (foreground) and the 288 GTO. There are models I like better, but that's $4,000,000 worth of inanimate objects right there. Not long after this shot, the Enzo owner fired it up to leave. Uhhhhhh...I don't have words to describe the sound. The old muscle cars have a beautiful, warm grumble to them. Sport bikes have a particular mechanical, wasp-esque harmony to them that sounds great as they wind into the top of their rpm range. Even the F430 I drove on a racetrack had this high-pitched scream that beckoned me like a siren to go faster, push harder, and ignore any signs of danger...all happily done. But this Enzo? It was terrifying! I was not looking its direction when he started and revved the engine, but I spun around immediately to see my doom face to face. If an engine note were a wraith, with drivetrain sounds of gears enmeshed with stone giants and rocket launchers, it still would be less...
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