Photography by Jared Houston
A fear that every car enthusiast has looming in the back of their skulls is the chance that our beloved vehicles could be stolen; vehicles that have emptied our bank accounts, split our knuckles, and wicked our sweat as we wrenched away. Among those unfortunate enough to be victims of car theft, some decide to never return to the car scene.
Over the past few years, I’ve had the opportunity to see a number of spectacular cars in person – cars I’ve seen in books as a kid, or in photo archives on the web, but never expected to see in person. Rarities, one-offs, concepts, and coach built cars are much of what make Concours shows so special; they often represent a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see some of automotive history’s most unique, impressive, or sometimes gaudy cars, ever.
After a tour through Italy in an E28, a stock, red one no less, I found my inner “old man” starting to show. For the first time in my life, I’ve had the passing though of “now I can understand how these old men prefer their cars stock. It doesn’t need to be changed.” Luckily, it’s a fleeting thought, and I am constantly reminded that there is something truly special about modified cars and their inherent sense of self-expression.
For many of us, cars are as much a part of who we are as the blood that flows through our veins. Over time, that love for cars often culminates with the affinity for one car in particular: our favorite car. Our favorites often fall into one of two categories – classics, or machines built to push the limits of automotive engineering. Sometimes it’s both, and on occasion, it’s neither.
I am sitting in my hotel room right now, thinking about tomorrow, and wondering to myself: “how hard is it going to be to drive a 425hp car, that I’ve never driven before, at Road America (in the wet)… a legendary track that’s made for men with much more talent to run out of than I’ve got to give.” I’ve only balled up a car by my own mistake once.