The Car That Started It All

I came across this picture of my Dad's 1969 Ford Mustang while going through some old family photo albums the other day. It reminded me that this car is responsible for my love of driving and almost all things car-related. Even little kids can spot a good car when they see it. When I owned my MINI Cooper, I would often see children smiling and pointing at my car from passing SUVs and Minivans. Once, in the parking lot of a grocery store, a little boy excitedly yelled out, "look Daddy, it's a MINI Cooper!"

For me, it was my Dad's Mustang that captured my attention. While it wasn't particularly fast or remarkable spec-wise, it fascinated me. I always hoped I would get to drive it one day, but he sold it when we moved from Utah to Virginia in 1993 - 5 years before I would get my license. A Mustang is still on my list of cars to own before I die and the recent resurgence of the Mustang makes me want one even more. So who knows? The 2011 Mustang is pretty tempting...

On a side note, my uncle's Chevrolet ('49 or '50 Styleline?) pictured above on a better day, suffered this horrible death at the hands of the San Diego wildfires in October 2007:


Go West Young Man!

Digital Polaroid Images by D.C. Oceanside Pier, Oceanside, CA. July 2002.

The Evolution of the Five

These pictures were released by BMW to promote the recent launch of the new 5-Series. Visually, the evolution of the model over six generations is dramatic. I've only driven the first generation (e12), but there are only a couple other 5-Series built over the span of the last 35 years or so that I'd rather own than my 1978 530i (e39 M5 please!). The technology and creature comforts found in new cars are certainly impressive, but something has been lost in the process. There is something about the visceral connection between man and machine that moves the soul. Sadly, that connection is slowly fading and most people now seem satisfied with driving appliances.


Hey I know it's late, we can make it if we run...

The greatest song from one of the greatest singer and songwriters ever is Thunder Road. This photo, posted on Jalopnik, evokes the true essence of the man they call the Boss.

Well I'm no hero that's understood
All the redemption I can offer girl is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it real somehow
hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
to trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
heaven's waiting on down the tracks...

A great live performance of Thunder Road:


Family Inns of America

There is a Family Inns of America near our family's frequent vacation spot, Williamsburg, VA. It is straight out of the 70s with alternating yellow and orange doors. The place has become somewhat of a family joke and we always tease each other that the next time we come to Williamsburg we will be staying there. I randomly came across this photo several months back. I love it not just because it reminds me of this childhood memory but there's just something about it that works - a haunting relic from days gone by - shot on Fuji Instax instant film.