All really very nice, obviously, but we probably love that absolutely perfect W201 the most, followed by the W126 with the *massive* rear rubber (can’t remember the last time seeing something so unabashedly badass- oh, wait). The modified C63 seems downright vulgar in comparison, but who are we kidding- we’d take that, too.
Images: manufacturer photo, unknown, Inden Design (via Carscoop), Sergio Miernik, Edmunds, valarun, unknown
A novel concept? Maybe not so much after all (provided one falls into a certain category of Ferrari owner, and not the other).
Absolutely amazing green Dino, which we have never before seen. What a fantastic color.
Images: Richard Thompson III (www.rvt3.net)
Admittedly, it took us awhile to warm up to the Giulia Supers, but now? Heck, we love ’em. Makes us wonder what took us so long to get on that ball in the first place.
Love how this one’s wearing sticky Hankook Ventus RS2s:
Previous Supers can be found here and here, and are highly recommended if you’re into this sort of thing (as we are). Hard to argue with an Italian saloon than has a lower drag coefficient than a 911’s from the same period.
Images: Philip Leemans, Ken Divjak (drivr.be), AlfaBB (via Bring a Trailer)
Kind of an unusual color, but we like it, especially with the black wheels and roll cage— it makes a great contrasting look of hard and soft elements. Porsche Cream White, we believe it is.
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Can’t say we’ve ever seen this before: a Carrera RS (or a lookalike, in any case) making an appearance in what is ostensibly a fashion shoot. The Airstream further adds to the weirdness (or awfulness, depending on your point of view). This is either a sheer stroke of happenstance (someone on set just happened to have a ducktailed Carrera on hand), or some art director somewhere has just given himself or herself away as a dyed-in-the-wool sports car nut.
The car looks great, in any case. We don’t mind the placement of the number plate (though we suspect some folks may feel otherwise), and we dig the roof-mounted spare tire a heck of a lot. As for the models… we’ll just sort of pretend they aren’t there. Any Photoshop wizards in the house?
Intersection Magazine (via tcl)
We always had a GTI in the family, from the first to the sixth. There were no gaps here. Even when I was under contract with BMW, I preferred to drive to the Nürburgring in a GTI. It was in a GTI that I drove 911 drivers to distraction on the North Loop. That was the genius of this car and it has stayed that way right up to today.
Brilliant little cars, if we don’t say so ourselves. Whatever missteps there were along the way seem to have been righted with the penultimate MkV and now the MkVI. And nothing quite makes us want a MkI more than this write-up from Automobile Magazine:
It is impossible not to hammer on it. Go ahead. Try. Climb into that high-backed, heavily bolstered velour seat, reach down for that little golf-ball-shaped shift knob, and think calming thoughts. Tell yourself that you cherish the color beige, wipe that grin off your face, and for chrissakes, try and drive nice. We can almost guarantee that it won’t happen–and if it actually does, then Volkswagen’s dinky little Rabbit GTI will probably unclick your seatbelt, pop the door latch, and spit you out onto the sidewalk. (In that case, don’t worry. You’re simply a boring person, and the GTI knows it. No offense.)
By the numbers, it shouldn’t be that impressive. The American-market version of VW’s first GTI, introduced in 1983, produced just 90 hp at 5500 rpm–20 hp less than its European twin–and buzzed to 60 mph in a shade under ten seconds. It was little more than a stiffened, lowered, and shorter-geared version of the standard Rabbit hatchback. And yet, within the space of two short years of production, it single-handedly breathed new life into Volkswagen of America, prompted an entire class of imitators, and changed the lives of more than 30,000 people. If that wasn’t enough, it also produced (thanks to an $8000 sticker price) more grins per dollar than just about anything else on the road.
How was all this possible, you ask? Simple: the GTI had character, spunk, and guts, and it had them in spades. The 1.8-liter, fuel-injected four doesn’t mind being lugged–its torque curve is flatter than a Nebraska afternoon–but you don’t care, because for some reason, all you want to do is go humming toward the rev limiter. You want to beat the snot out of it, shift, and then beat the snot out of it again. There’s a chunky, rubber-mounted, Beetle-like feel to everything that convinces you that the GTI can take anything you can dish out. The whole car feels indestructible.
By modern standards, the GTI’s front struts and rear torsion beam aren’t sophisticated, but they get the job done with touches of brilliance–lines are easily tweaked midcorner with a flex of your right foot, and front-end grip is eye-opening. The unassisted steering is blissfully transparent, and a cheery pitter-patter makes its way from the pavement to your fingers in every corner. The whole package prompts feats of strength; it cries out for full-throttle, giant-killing, lift-a-wheel heroism. From behind that meaty four-spoke wheel, anything is possible. Possible, that is, so long as you don’t drive . . . nice.
– Sam Smith
(Image via the manufacturer)
A perennial favorite, as long-time readers of this blog might know. While we wouldn’t mind some mild wheel spacers, all of our favorite things are otherwise here. The oak green paint. The quad headlights. The BBS RMs. The lowered – but not too low – ride height. Looks terrific.
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Like playing ‘spot the youngtimer’. Lots of sideways action here.
From NordschleifeVideo, aka fotopiti
Motoring Con Brio 