Most people go to museums to view art, and I am no exception — except that some of my favorite pieces of art of functional, rolling sculptures of steel, vehicles that not only take people from Point A to Point B but do it with style and fun.
“Wow, I didn’t realize that in this day and age it is still legal for new street cars to have exhausts even louder than my old MG’s,” I thought as a bright yellow Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder positively roared down a busy street in downtown Montréal on a Friday night.
I could get used to seeing all the eye candy here in Montréal. In this city where seemingly everyone is impeccably dressed and the women are (in the words of several friends who were right!) “totally hot,” it comes as no surprise that many of the cars people drive are gorgeous too. Continue reading »
I had just finished eating a scrumptious salad at Moody’s Diner in Waldoboro, Maine, when I consulted Gary McKenchnie’s book, Great American Motorcycle Tours, about the next leg of the White Mountains to Blue Seas drive.
“Hey, what’s this?” I mused after reading a paragraph. “A ‘transportation museum’ just southeast of Camden.” Reading on, I noted something about planes, some vintage Harleys, and even a prototype 1963 Mustang. I think the latter just about did it for me since I was driving (and enthralled with) a 2008 Mustang on this trip. Continue reading »
The 2008 Denver International was a different experience for me than any other car show I’ve gone to prior, but not because there were, say, some wild new cars that I’ve never seen before. Instead, it was because this time I had the opportunity and time to sit in maybe 30 vehicles to tap my fingers on the center consoles, feel the materials of the armrests, and judge the stylistic merits of dashboards.
Why the sudden interest in interiors, you may ask? Blame it on a couple of cars I rented in recent months. Continue reading »
I was loading groceries into the Alfa Romeo at the Sunflower Market in Fort Collins when a twinkle of highly polished chrome across the parking lot caught my eye. A few pre-World War II hot rods were lined up in an orderly row, with several more pulling in. Of course, I had to check them out. Continue reading »
Earlier this week, a few bombers swept down onto Fort Collins as if it was Germany in the 1940s, or worse, Iraq! Fortunately, no Nazis or insurgents had invaded our peaceful town in the Front Range, and this was strictly for a history lesson dubbed “Wings of Freedom” courtesy of the Collings Foundation. Continue reading »
