Not spec sheets and not reviews. The reason you took the long way home, the repair that cost more than the car is worth, and the night a stranger's engine note stopped you on a sidewalk in Tokyo.
A car is a machine for making memory. The spreadsheet never agrees, and it never wins.
Everything filed here starts from that. Not what a thing is worth, what it was worth being there for.
I have come to believe the opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. A night spotting cars in Akihabara, and everything they say about...
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Automotive culture through the Pursuit lens: builds, drives, project cars, and the machines worth chasing, from Monterey and beyond.
Automotive culture through the Pursuit lens: builds, drives, project cars, and the machines worth chasing, from Monterey and beyond.
It is almost eleven at night in Akihabara and the towers are still screaming light onto the street. Somewhere above me a billboard is selling a game I will never play. Below it, along the curb, the cars start to arrive the way they do most nights, one at a time, each one finding its … Read more
I was in Tokyo on a once-in-a-lifetime trip, walking around Shibuya jet-lagged and hunting for coffee, when a sign stopped me. Nothing flashy. Just enough to make me turn my head. And behind the glass, parked inside like it had every right to be there, sat a widebody Volkswagen Golf with its fenders flared out … Read more
My car is a POS, and I mean that with my whole heart. Its check engine light has become a badge worn with pride. There are rattles that show up at times and vanish the second I spend any amount of time trying to find them. The interior has a smell that is either nostalgia … Read more
The Porsches were parked on a Hollywood backlot, on a fake New York street that has stood in for a hundred movies, under the clock tower seen in Back to the Future. A 1967 911 sat where a taxi should have been. A Rothmans rally car on the dirt street of an old western movie, … Read more
For a couple of months after I lost my job, I mostly sat with the quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The other kind, the one that fills a room after the thing that gave your days a shape just disappears. One week I had meetings and deadlines and a reason to open the laptop before … Read more
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