A hand-picked release of automotive grails timed to Monterey Car Week. Automotive ephemera, curated moments from car culture, added daily through the week.
The best meal I had in Tokyo came from a place with six seats and a chef who had, from the look of him, been making the same dish for longer than I have been alive. No menu to speak of. No decor to mention. Just one thing, done so well it reorganized my idea … Read more
People ask why Monterey, usually with a small note of surprise, like they expected me to say Los Angeles or Tokyo or somewhere with more obvious gravity. The honest answer is that this is where I stopped feeling lost. Monterey does not perform. It has the ocean and the fog and a car culture that … Read more
My car is a piece of junk, and I mean that with my whole heart. It leaks something I have not identified yet. There is a rattle that shows up around forty miles an hour and vanishes the second I bring it to anyone who might diagnose it. The interior has a smell that is … 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