Taxi!
The iconic New York City taxi...times four...divided by four? Or divided by four...times four.
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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...
Jaguar
Old Jaguars...I think they're the classiest cars out there. My dad loved, and so I loved, the low-slung, hood that went on for days like Bridget Bardot's legs, V-12 powered XKE's. And...that hood ornament. Best ever? Maybe rivaled by Roll-Royce/Packard/Bentley, but the jaguar..the Jaguar...it looked like it was willing the car forward rather than being some overdone "prow of the ship" announcement of arrival. Still king of the hood ornaments to me...at least until the Lion brand comes along.
Reflections on a Porsche Speedster
I think that I shall never see A Porsche that ever looked as pretty As the Speedster they once made Before their cars all looked the same I love these old Speedsters and their moon hubcaps. I didn't plan on capturing the world behind me in the reflection of the perfectly polished hubcap, but I got it. It was in my first day ever shooting cars at a show, and when I got home and looked through my various photos, I saw quickly how the whole of the car is lovely, but part of a car can capture extraordinary beauty.
Silver Vette
Ferrari makes the cars I know I'll never own, but I passionately desire. Sort of like the movie star crushes we had when we were back in school (Farrah Fawcett Majors, anyone?). Corvettes are the little sister that you discover is much more your style, doesn't need 5 star restaurants, and likes long drives in the country...or across it. I wish I could remember my first Corvette sighting. I don't remember noticing them until around '78, well after '65 when this one was built (and I was born). If you were to ask what my favorite Corvette is, I'd likely respond with "Whichever one I'm viewing at the moment." All of them draw me in...even the slow, bloated late '70's/early '80's models. But if I could have one right now, just dropped in my driveway, it would be the 2017 Grand Sport. Ahhhh...one of these days.
