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.
Our talented friends at Petrolicious have spotlighted a car in their most recent video that epitomizes the joy of driving and the reason we all do what we do. Guy Newark and is little blue Porsche 356 have been through a lot, and it’s a story worth sharing. “It takes a lot of driving, work, and a little bit of luck to achieve nearly a million miles in one car.
“Before I could even walk,” Shea tells me, “I had this little highchair on wheels that my pops would sit me in so that I could roll around the garage while he worked on restoring a 1972 Chevy C20.” Where some infants find solace in latching their tiny hands around rattles and bottles, Shea’s were clutched to the shank of a wrench, covered in grease and grime. It was evident from the get-go to the Weidlers that their son wasn’t going to stray far from his old man’s passions.