“I hate standing still, and I usually only sleep for three to four hours each night, but I don’t mind it at all.” Brent Favreau began his story with quite the claim, followed by a sense of skepticism on my behalf; my inner voice thinking “Yeah, right.” However, as the story continued, it unraveled into perhaps one of the best I’ve heard to date.
I distinctly remember the first time I saw one of Paul’s cars while walking the sweltering aisles of Waterfest in Englishtown, New Jersey. He was toying with a mysterious switch box and it left a lasting impression on me that I still remember to this day. While now-a-days it seems that white Volkswagen MK5s must have rolled off the factory lots with air suspension, back in 2007, air suspension was nearly unheard of at euro shows.
Photography by Bryan Cheney
“What year is that thing?” – If you’ve ever owned a classic car, you know the question well. Chances are it’s the first thing a curious stranger will ask you when you pull up at a gas station. Older cars just seem friendly and inviting. You’ll end up deep in conversation with passers-by as they reminisce about how they had a friend or relative who once had some similar car when they were a kid.
It was in a small wooden two-car garage nestled in a quiet Californian neighborhood that I found a revitalized excitement. Mike and I recently drove out to visit Jason and see the progress that he has been making on his 1980 MK1 VW Scirocco. I hadn’t seen the car since its days sitting in the Rotiform warehouse, awaiting much deserved attention, but the build is reaching a point now where you can begin to imagine it sitting in the paddocks waiting for its turn on the course.
Photography by Evano Gucciardo
There are a select few over-arcing “breeds” in the automotive world, each known for their nuances, good and bad. There’s the Japanese, known for their iconic turbocharged engines alongside their oddball kei-car economachines. There’s us Americans, known for an abundance of displacement paired with truly awful interiors, and often design. There are the Italians, famed for their twelve-cylinder offerings, yet plagued with costs old and new.