In my interview with Drew from Motoring Con Brio, I mentioned the importance of buying classic cars whose conditions are aligned with your personality and psychology.
Of course, that personality can shift over time, with experience, economic circumstances and the waxing and waning of optimistic self-delusion. Unsurprisingly, I’m not the only one to struggle with this question; Peter Egan has described this conundrum far more eloquently than I’ll ever be able to.
Mr. Jalopy of Hoopty Rides is considering a potentially nightmare Alfa Romeo project. And in the process, raises a good point: it’s not just a question of where the project starts. It’s also about what ending point will make you happy.
For the past few years, Motoring Con Brio has been one of my favorite sources of automotive inspiration, scouring the web for the best imagery and stories out there.
Yesterday they featured a short interview with me about my experience with my 911. Let’s get right to it.
This Subaru Brat was as close to perfect as they come.
This summer, there was a massive fire in Cle Elum, just east of Seattle. It’s a dry and windy landscape where the Douglas Fir trees of the Snoqualmie Forest give way to dry desert steppe and prairie. By Ellensburg, famous for its annual rodeo, the transition is complete.
M and I are going to a wedding in France in three weeks. Naturally, the prospect filled me with hare-brained schemes involving old cars.
Witness my current fascination, a Marcello Gandini-designed ’77 BMW 528 near the mouth of the Rhone river.
Or this lovely Peugeot 504 coupe:
Or, looking for all the world like a cross between an Aston Martin Lagonda and a Subaru XT, the Lancia Gamma:
Surf vans from this weekend’s trip to Westport: