A 1963 Jaguar Mark X sedan. And then later, a 1st-gen Mazda RX-7. I don’t see those very often.
2015 Corvette Stingray, silver gray.
Oops, it was the same RX-7, seen once but reported twice.
Porsche 914 in my neighborhood.
It’s always been one of the bastard stepchildren of the Porsche family, but i like the way it looks.
Land Rover Series II SWB.
With its tall and narrow tires, it really stands out.
A white Audi R8; even at night and in traffic it looks fast.
An Ultima GTR - 0-100mph in 5.3 seconds
Three days ago, a Suzuki KLR 650 behind me on the way to work which is a) a motorcycle
b) unseen in N.Alberta this time of year so super rare from that perspective.
I think this El Nino year has been good for the two wheeled set.
The KLR650 is a great bike to explore the world, but it’s a Kawasaki. If it was a Suzuki then what you saw was a DR650.
Today: Mercury Cougar - 1st generation
Two Maserati Ghibli G4s, both in white.
Top: Down (on a record warm Dec day)
Sound: Throaty as Hell
L Plate: CSX COPY
Car: Cobra (well, sort of)
Kit car replica?
:smack: Considering I was considering buying both at one point,:smack:. It was a KLR.
I saw a red one today, quite a sight in this little city on the east coast of Taiwan.
I assume so based on that plate. It pulled out of a parking lot & then turned at the next intersection so I was only behind it for 1/2 a block or so. I continued straight but slowed down; the sound was beautiful once he stepped onto the gas pedal again.
A bevy of Subarus, many of them WRCs. Spotted at the funeral of a rally friend today.
I was amazed (and had to circle around for a double take) to find a near-mind-condition 1989 Honda Accord LXi 4-door in the Kroger parking lot this evening! I’m a huge fan of 80s and early 90s Hondas and Acuras, having owned seven of them over the years.
This one was Seattle Silver (a silvery-champagne color) with Brown-Red (Honda’s description) interior. I discreetly walked by it praying that I would see two things- a 5-speed manual shifter and a FOR SALE sign! Unfortunately, neither one panned out. It was automatic and didn’t appear to be for sale. Upon closer inspection, the car was literally flawless other than a minor scrape on the rear bumper.
I hung around for a few minutes before going into the store hoping to find out more about it. Less than 10 minutes later, a man who looked to be in his late 60s walked up to the car. I jumped out of my car two spots away, smiled and nodded ‘hi’ and then told him how much I liked the car. He told me that the car belonged to his mom and she had passed away earlier this year. He also said that he didn’t need the car but hadn’t been able to sell it because of sentimental value.
As much as I wanted to entertain the possibility of buying it, I just couldn’t ask after he told me that. I almost had a cardiac event when he told me that it only had 68k miles on it! But I had to let my sense of decency win out over my car lust. He lives in the same neighborhood as my dad and I mentioned where my dad lives, so if it’s meant to be, maybe he’ll track me down…
A nice story. Certain cars will do that for us, won’t they? If it is meant to be, it’ll happen.
About 2 years ago I met an elderly lady with a well-loved and pristine, white 5-speed MT Porsche 928 at my local Chevron station in Sunnyvale. As I was also getting gas, I was so impressed by the car that I struck up a conversation with the lady. She gave me her name, it was Marjean (I think that was her name, it’s been 2 years since I met her that one time), and she and her husband have had that car since they took European delivery of it when it was brand new. Actually their son offered to fly to Germany and pick it up for them, drive around Europe for a while and then have it shipped home to the USA - what a great experience for him! I think she said her husband passed away, and she would entertain selling the car to me for a very good price - she raised that topic, not me, because I had told her of my classic 1963 Porsche, also in white (okay, mine is ivory, her 928 was white), and how my co-pilot wife and I love to drive our classic car. She asked if I knew a good Porsche mechanic, and why yes I did, our Porsche guy named Bob G. is located behind the El Polo Loco that’s just caddy corner from that Chevron.
She sounded earnestly interested in reaching out to me, because she was getting too old to drive the car, and many who are interested in it want to mod it for racing and what not. She wanted to find the next owner who would keep it stock and pristine, and drive it on the streets as it was meant for. Hey, just like me and my 356, I told her.
I gave her my business card, but that’s no longer good since I’ve moved on from that company after 20(!) years, but my name is unique enough that if she googled me she’d find my LinkedIn profile with my personal email. I hope she does, her car is beautiful. I would be honored to adopt it and welcome it into my family. I even have a spot ready for it in my garage.
To this day, every time I drive past that local Chevron I look for that white 928 and a lady whose name might be Marjean, or something like that. It has been almost two years, and still no sign of her. (sigh)
If it was meant to e, it’ll happen.
Today in Sunnyvale: a 1962 Mercury Comet
The other day I drove my diesel Grand Cherokee to Hollister Hills SVRA, my local 4x4 off-road trail park. I took this panorama at the summit - at Hector Heights Overlook:
It was a dry day, so my street tires were adequate on the trails. On a muddy day I cannot make it up there with those tires. You can see my shadow in the picture. In my hand is an ice cold beer that I enjoyed at the top. One for the road.
Bullitt, you might want to stop into the Porsche garage and ask them to pass on the message to a customer named Marjean, if they have one.
Another great story.