On the streets.

Julien Fautrat is the name.

Great photography of stunning cars on the street of, I think, Paris.

Check out the site http://www.voiture-valk.fr/ though you may want to translate it.

Awesome Foursome!

The Bugatti Veyron Centenaire Editions, finished in the colours of the four great racing nation's Type 35 Bugattis of the 1930's.
For the really boring detail visit the Bugatti website.

These are definitely my favourite Bugatti pictures.
Enjoy.

Lining them up.

Iconic lines and not much more.
Or a "colour me in" picture, depending on what type of person you are.

The Gentleman's Racer

The word is a cruel place if you're not first, because then, you're last.

The Bugatti Veyron Supersport is the fastest car in the world and can move at about 450 kph (280 mph), faster than most single engined propeller planes, it costs more too. The Caparo T1 can pull 2G's of lateral force, almost enough to rip your face off. 0 - 100 kph (0 - 62mph) in under 4 seconds is almost expected of any new supercar, otherwise an Audi RS6 station wagon or a BMW X5m SUV filled with the family next door will pull it at the lights.

Such is most of the supercar world. The cars are chucked into the never ending heir-achy based on numbers. There is one name in this world where the numbers don't matter.
Aston Martin.
They don't make the fastest cars in the world, but don't get me wrong their cars aren't slow. If you could confine the complete experience (we're talking sights, sounds, emotions and orgasms) of sex to a solid form it would probably look something like an Aston Martin.

Aston Martin sells sex appeal by having style and not flashing it around. Subtle greatness, a true gentleman's racer. Enjoy the wallpapers.

The Large nose effect.

She's moving in your direction. Instinct takes over and your glance is prolonged, your subconscious is evaluating the symmetrical appearance, distinct angles and even tone. It's working, the proven recipe of beauty. Your body bombards you with feel good hormones, you want to get closer.

She turns the corner and you forget everything that just happened. No more hormone derived buzz or interest.
Such is the large nose effect. You can imagine how the designer just let the pencil slip, it just doesn't look right.

Later she came, topless, screaming towards me and it was a completely different story altogether, I forgot about the awkward line, I admired the naked look. When it's doing what it's meant to do you can't help but think that it's still a barking mad Ferrari.

I'm talking about the Ferrari California of coarse.

To configure your own Ferrari California visit:

http://bit.ly/kYL5WP 

Black (carbon fiber) and Gold

Mansory,

a name known only by those who own, desire or despise the ridiculously overstated cars which are put together by this company.

It's very ironic that a company renound for blining up bling and 'improving' the looks of a Ferrari 458 should be Swiss. If the irony isn't clear let me explain. The Swiss hate cars, they have parties gunning for anti-car legislation. My favorite is that you may not mow your lawn on a Sunday as it "creates too much noise."

Don't just take my word for the gross abominations which have been aborted by Mansory. Have a look.

-Bugatti LINEA Vincerò d’Oro (I can't say it either, but I think it's French for gold)
Yes the gold is real gold.

This is what happens when you let them get their hands on a Maserati Grandturismo.

There is a clear fetish for carbon fiber here.

If you enjoy this kind of sick thing or if you are a car designer and you want to know what not to do, have a look at their website.
www.mansory.com 





Extra Pictures:

Riding the Red Bull

On the 14th of March 2011 Red Bull ZA awarded me two tickets to the Top Gear car festival, hosted at the Kyalami Race Track in Johannesburg.

On the 17tha buddy and myself packed up and hit the road from Bloemfontein to Johannesburg, about a four hour drive.
We arrived to find David Coulthard, who I got to meet which was a major highlight, racing the Red Bull F1 exhibition car racing around the track, followed by a  Ford GT. The crowds were, interesting. The type of people you expect to see at a hillbilly demolition derby, no offence, of coarse.

We collected our access passes to the Red Bull lounge and hit the display tents where various exotic car dealerships and tuners strutted their stuff. It was truly amazing to see such a collection of these rare cars. Everything from a Zagato Perana to the Franschoek motor museum's amazing Bugatti type 35.

I thought this was heaven, but there was more, a display of classic F1 cars from the 70's racing Coulthard on the track with the South African F1 legend Jody Schekter behind the wheel of his, odd looking, championship winning Ferrari car.

It was too good to be true. Time flew and it was time to go. With a few Red Bull's in my system we set off for Bloemfontein. Sound stupid, we should've slept over in JHB right? We would have but we had a microbiology test waiting for us.

We made it in time for the test and I didn't do too badly.
All's well that ends well.

Though I regret the lamb curry schwarma, I shouldn't have trusted those scaly people with their enticing Indian display.

Here here!

A secondary function of this blog will be for me to share the amazing car media which I have collected over the past few years. I do not own these pictures, but they are free to the public. So enjoy the Ferrari FF, Aston Martin DB9 and Porsche 911 GT3 RSR. Click on the image for the full size.