It wasn’t all that long ago that I was asked: “What’s your greatest accomplishment?” I skipped the awards, builds, and business milestones for the first memory that popped into my head. September 23rd, 2010 – the Thursday before H20 International, almost three years ago. It should come as no surprise that the answer to such a question would involve my car, Rusty Slammington, but truth be told, this story could be about any car.
It’s mere weeks until the top show of the year, H2O International, rolls around. Our calendars have rolled over to September and we’re crossing each day off with anticipation. With that, we’re excited to announce the return of Air Affair, a get-together and car show based round cars built by air enthusiasts. Friday night at 6pm, StanceWorks and friends will gather at the 45th Street Taphouse Bar and Grill for a night of cool cars, good food, and great friends.
Americans have been bitter for decades – we’ve been hosed time and time again when it comes to foreign automobiles. The strict laws our senators have deemed necessary have prevented us from purchasing seemingly everything desirable. Any Japanese car fan is likely to express their desire for a Skyline of any sort. The BMW fans will rave day-in and day-out for the better-bumpered German counterparts.
I’ve held the Ferrari F40 in higher regard than nearly any other car for as long as I can remember, and with good reason. I know I’m not the only one. There’s something special about it: it’s one of the few cars that carries a true spirit. Its lines, its power, its essence; they all come together to form a car that stands beyond supercars, beyond legends. It stands in a sense of godliness in its own way, derived from the hands of the masterminds at Ferrari and Pininfarina.
There was a time when most of us hummed car noises while scooting small diecast cars across the kitchen floor. There were toy boxes filled with all sorts of matchbox vehicles. From a bass-boat finished C3 Corvette with shiny pipes out the side, to a car-crushing monster truck sitting atop gnarled tires, the collections were as diverse as it gets. Little metal dump trucks shared space with racecars, fire trucks, and sports cars alike.