Category Archives: Davis
Two summers ago I ran into these three cars all on the way to meeting some friends for dinner. It was just Jag, then Civic, then Malibu. I was very late for dinner. In any case, which one would you … Continue reading
One reason why I never fell for E-Type Jags was that it seemed ignorant to praise how beautiful they are. The E-Type was never wanting for admirers, and I felt a bit scorned that so much attention went to the … Continue reading
Old memories of hometown muscle cars return to me every so often, perhaps to remind me that I love Firebirds.
Not since 10th grade have I seen such a stunning American car. Then I was just leaving a wrestling meet, confronted by a late-60s Chevy Nova alone at dusk in a Central Valley high school parking lot, its faded grey … Continue reading
Back in June 2009 I stumbled upon a 1970s BMW sedan as well as the strange feeling of realizing an old fantasy.
I’ve talked about cars that age backwards and cars that are transformed by the forgetfulness of history, but let’s take a quick look at a car that was two different ages at the same time – the Volkswagen.
Also known as the MasterAce, the Passenger Van, and advertised for its last two years as a Wonderwagon, the 1980s Toyota Van is a fascinating vehicle.
Old cars are secretive; they hide away the veneer they had when new, stowing away their identity under ever deeper layers of paint, distorting their complexion with dings and dents, even erasing their own history in rust. All the rust and the … Continue reading
One of the first cars I ever fell for was a white ’61 or ’62 Chrysler Newport that lived on the corner of 7th and either C or D back in my hometown of Davis.
In Berlin, dining on Europe-only automotive forbidden fruit, I awakened a longing for those domestic cars found nowhere but in North America, cars like this first-generation Mercury Sable.