The people, machines, and moments that make up car culture.
The Friday before Car Week has a feeling you only understand once you have lived it. The transporters are unloading. The hotels are filling. The whole peninsula is holding its breath before ten days of noise, and for one night none of it has started yet. That is the Kickoff. The calm before the storm. … Read more
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
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 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
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