What had I just done? The money was sent and gone. Last time, my research had been far more thorough and my actions much less impulsive. I was hooked before I read the end of the ad's second paragraph, but the fact that the seller was seemingly so forthcoming inspired confidence. Oh, and did I mention the car was across the US in Atlanta, Georgia?
Can there possibly be anything more fashionable than Parisian Chic? Well, yes, there absolutely can be, especially when you combine it with motorcycles. Welcome to the 2014 Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride–Paris edition. This year, participation swelled to almost eighteen-thousand riders in 258 cities around the globe, all riding on the same day for the same cause.
There are a few ways to attend the Goodwood Revival, whether in full period regalia or just showing up without honoring the classic nature of the event or in varying degrees somewhere in between. But the most stylish way to attend is on the heels of a multi-day run in your own classic ride.
Walking up from London Bridge tube, it would have been rather impressive for me to have missed the hoards of motorcycles, engines purring, rolling into Borough Market. The underlying growl of over 600 motorcycles arriving could be heard over the usual sounds of the morning London traffic. I had to be careful not to catch myself on various handlebars sticking precariously out into the narrow-formed gangways.
At the BMW Museum the exhibition doesn't begin in the building, but on a small plaza out front because there's always some action taking place, whether it's a check-point for a classic rally or some car from the collection is basking in the sun. Moreover, when you finally enter to purchase a ticket, it only becomes more impressive because standing guard is the legendary 1972 BMW E25 Turbo, designed for the 1972 Munich Olympics by Mr. Paul Bracq.
Imagine spending four days on a sun-drenched Basque-French beach splitting your time between surf contests, tours through the country, crazy motorcycle hill-climbing and sprints, and checking out bands and art shows along with a couple hundred of your closest friends. That's basically what Wheels and Waves is.
The Coppa d'Oro delle Dolomiti (Gold Cup of the Dolomites) is an annual vintage rally that covers the route of the original Coppa delle Dolomiti. It first ran in 1947, along unpaved mountain roads, passing through many small villages (much like the Mille Miglia) and featuring an elevation change of over 4000m (13,540ft), over thirteen times greater than the Nurburgring's.
Willys Jeeps can go anywhere but they go nowhere quickly. I learned this firsthand as a child growing up in Southern California in the 1950s and '60s with parents who saw nothing unusual about two-day, open-air drives across the American Southwestern deserts in our family's CJ-3B...
The next day we set out on our road trip, driving through charming seaside towns in Liguria with a stop for an excellent lunch featuring the local specialty trofie al pesto. Back on the road and arriving in Monaco, we made the descent into town through the windy one-way roads and after several wrong turns finally spotted Pete’s early, bright-red Porsche 911E parked in front of a cafe.
Everything was as it should be: engines singing and sometimes the needles were buried well above redlines. The summits were, of course, still white with snow that wouldn't let go. Our car cut through dense fog and into sunshine on arrival. However, we were there to drive, not explore nature, so we pushed on. The pace was again swift...
The early rays of the sun found the fifty-eight participant pairs close to the world heritage site of the Benedictine Pannonhalma Archabbey, one of the oldest monuments in Hungary. The historic background seemed appropriate given the colorful field of cars, spread from the little Honda S600 through a Tatra 608 to a perfectly preserved Mercedes-Benz 190 E 2.5-16 Evolution.