Long Weekend Auto Fetish
The Bugatti Veyron 16.4 – a real car for real men. 1,000 horses and 12 radiators. To hell with those global warming pussies. They can have their VW vans.
The acceleration is so immediate you can feel your eyeballs deform under the G-forces. It’s a sensation of isolationist joy, an out-of-body awareness that you’re moving faster than the world can react. Bystanders vaguely remember seeing a flash of expensive paint a few seconds after you disappear over the horizon; entire generations of insects die on your prow. Passing other motorists becomes a dangerous entitlement that has you resenting oncoming traffic for hogging your “VIP lane” — especially when you realize that you can outrun not only the 5-0’s cruisers, but their helicopters, too. If they wanna catch you, they’re gonna have to dust off Airwolf and drag Jan Michael Vincent out of rehab.
July 4th, 2009 at 6:18 am
nice . . .
I am having a coffee and watching a crew film a set of TV commercials for next year’s Acura line . . . . they keep the cars under wraps and the drive along the street – all parking has been eliminated so the camera just shows one car. One model has a very Prius look about it.
Nice looking cars the Acura . . .