Yeah, yeah, yeah, I obviously need to finish my car list. I’ve been busy. GOD!
Like a hydrogen fuel cell car, the rest of the list is always just around the corner, but honestly will probably never materialize.
So, uh, stay tuned.
If you’ve ever hung out with the folks from effectiveUI, you know they love their Your Mom jokes. Inside the office, your-moms fly fast and furious, and it rubs off on you eventually.
I saw this ridiculous ad that clearly proves their involvement.
Nice work guys…
#9 1973 Porsche Carrera RS
The Porsche 911 is, without a doubt, the most iconic sports car ever and the Carrera RS is the best classic 911 of the bunch. The RS was the first ever 911 to bear the Carrera badge and adds a unique ducktail spoiler to its classic profile. The RS has real racing cred, too: 1580 were produced for FIA homologation.
Early 911s are known for their lively (or deadly) handling and signature air-cooled growl. Though ensuing models may be faster and perhaps just as handsome. They lack the charisma of the Carrera RS.
Here’s a Carrera RS, being carefully piloted around a track in Japan.
Here’s another going full blast. Sounds amazing!
Just barely off the list: Lotus Seven
Born in 1957, this car is even older than the 911. Based on Lotus Founder Colin Chapman’s philosophy of speed through lightness, this car produced stunning performance by weighing as little as a modern vacuum cleaner.
This might even be more enduring than the 911, too. Caterham now owns the right to produce this car and continues to churn them out, looking almost the same as it did when it debuted. The new ones, however, are unbelievably fast with acceleration, lateral g, and 0-100-0 figures that would embarrass modern Ferraris.
Sex sells, though. The Seven is a better performer, and a more classic, enduring, and ingenious machine. But I’d pick the 911 every time, if only because of the way it looks. The Seven is also unbelievably small, cramped, and not-at-all versatile. It’s a car best left to the truly spartan.
I’ve been wanting to blog about cars for a while, so I thought I’d start with my favorite cars — the ones I think are the coolest, fastest, or most beautiful. I’m counting them down and also saying a little about the ones that were on my list, but didn’t make the cut. So here we go…
#10 1965 Honda RA272
Ever since I saw this car in the Honda commercial, “The Impossible Dream,” I’ve been in love. I think the narrow track, guppy like mouth, and enormous tires make the 1960’s the best looking era of formula one cars, this being a great example. The RA272 won the first Gran Prix in Honda’s history, or something. I just love the way it looks and sounds.
Close but no cigar: 1998 Acura Integra Type R
Yeah, yeah, yeah… It’s a little cheesy. And it did help spark the god awful import tuner craze that was centered around Hondas and Acuras (until the WRX hit the states), but it’s a fantastic car. It received universal praise for its unprecedentedly direct and rewarding handling, absolutely unheard of in a front wheel drive car. And I was 15 when it came out, the perfect age for it to be etched into my consciousness forever.
Still, I’ve grown up a bit and now a 1960’s formula one machine is a little cooler than a yellow, sexed up Civic, so off the list it goes.
Stay tuned for more…
This is a post for all of my friends and family who want to see what my life is like in San Francisco.
Here’s my neighborhood, right between Glen Park and West Portal. It’s hilly and foggy.
I live on top of a hill that faces the pacific ocean on one side and the bay on the other. On a clear day, I can see the San Mateo bridge from my bedroom window. This house looks just as fancy-pants on the inside as it does on the outside. Martha Stewart doesn’t have shit on us.
This is the view five minutes away from my house. From here, you can see The ocean, the bay, Oakland, Berkley, the Golden Gate Bridge, everything.
This is the view five minutes in the other direction.
In every nook and cranny of the city, there’s something unique and beautiful. This is in an alley.
And there’s rad graffiti everywhere.
The nature inside the city is especially beautiful.
There’s almost always an event or festival going on, too.
I’ve spent so much time exploring in the last six weeks and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface. I think it’s going to be impossible to be bored here.
This is a web advertisement for Ford that I came across today. Somewhere in Dearborn, there’s a graphic designer laughing his ass off.
Back in the day, I wrote about Flash and Flex development all the time, but somehow I got too busy/lazy to continue and my blogging sort of trailed off. So, I’m bringing it back. More Actionscript posts, more personal posts, and more automobile posts. I love cars.
Just to kick this off, here’s what I’m into at the moment…
This rad song and video by Justice
The astounding Caparo T1
Asshole White House Press Secretaries, especially Dana Perino
Stay tuned for more excitement…
Robert Vauchelet died how he lived, spelling his last name for people.
A while ago, I decided it would be cool to change my name. I felt like Bob Walton, the name my Texan parents bestowed upon me, didn’t suit me as well as this rad family name, Robert Vauchelet. So I changed it. Not legally, though — I wanted to take it for a test drive first. So now the test drive is over… and so is Robert Vauchelet.
It wasn’t all for naught though, I learned some very interesting lessons about changing your name:
The whole thing was unbelievably confusing for everyone involved. So, I got sick of it. My life is pretty complicated already, no need to make my name complicated, too. So it’s over.
Robert Walton, don’t wear it out.
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So, spam has evolved since the days of AOL and no junk mail filters. It used to be enough to plaster words like “viagra,” “rolex,” “teens,” etc. into junk email. Thanks to junk mail filters, it’s impossible for any message to slip through unless it’s filled with totally benign, patternless, unintelligible garbage. The last message I got is so weird I don’t even know what it’s trying to sell me.
But it’s beautiful.
I give you “of open” by “virgilio brett”:
in order that friend yours model
usual foot person
by [link removed]
as site for hot
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Maybe it’s just me, but it has a kind of austere complexity, if there is such a thing. And heart. I feel like virgilio is trying to say, “In the global community that is the internet, that model friend of ours — usual foot person — might be on a site for hot, but she still has feeling. Consider.” Sometimes in this world of instant gratification, we can lose site of that.
I look forward to more poetry by Mr. brett.