Archive for the ‘The Cars of Our Lives’ Category

Good writing can come from anywhere – a particularly articulate essay for school, a legendary novel, a satisfyingly succinct news article, or a exceptionally poetic piece of poetry. As a writer and an avid reader, I can appreciate and enjoy all of these instances of excellent writing. However, there is one area of writing that for me simply overshadows all the rest – automotive journalism. I literally can only think of about three other things I love more than finding a piece of auto writing that simply explodes off the page like a piston detonating in a cylinder. You know you’ve found it when the chills down your spine, the description of the engine note actually reverberates in your ears, and your palms sweat as the author describes the car’s incredible turn of speed. Oh yes, how I love it.

For this TDC entry, I wanted to put forth these five pieces of what I consider to be truly exceptional examples of what I’m on about. Each author makes a compelling case for why cars are not simply modes of transportation, but a reason for life. Read them, digest and absorb their beautiful prose and flowing language, and then let me know what you think about them and which one is your favorite. Without any further ado, I present these exquisite articles for your consumption. Enjoy!

Autoblog.com – First Drive: 2011 Audi R8 V10 Spyder

Written by Autoblog’s Jonathon Ramsey way back in August 2010, this piece caught my heart because of it’s glorious detail and the way it manages to be an exciting review of what is without doubt one of Audi’s finest automobiles ever, and at the same time an insightful look into the way the car changes fundamental elements of driving. Need an example? Check it. “The Audi R8 has made canyon running so easy, and the Audi R8 V10 Spyder has made it look and feel so good, that it’s pornographically indecent.” Stop reading this, and go read that.

Jalopnik.com – Bentley Mulsanne: First Drive

There are a lot of automotive websites out there, but there are none that can touch Jalopnik on its unique brand of humor, crudeness, or hilarious insights. Case in point, this piece by Sam Smith from July 2010 on one of my favorite cars of all time, the Bentley Mulsanne. The thing I particularly love about this piece is that because the Mulsanne is so expensive and so over the top, it’s easy to exploit that insanity into a brilliantly entertaining review, and Smith absolutely nails it. “The glovebox hinges are heavy chrome bastards you could hang a lifeboat from. Every control has weight, every switch or instrument is heavily damped, and the door handles contain more mass than the entire door in the average Honda. A Mercedes-Benz does not feel like this. Neither does a Bentley Continental. Even most Rolls-Royces fall a bit short.

Jalopnik.com – Cadillac CTS-V Coupe: Eating Your Way To A Burnout

Sam Smith from Jalopnik was on a roll back in July 2010. Both this post and the Bentley Mulsanne first drive are straight epic. I primarily love this piece for two reasons: 1.) The Cadillac CTS-V is one of the best cars on the road today, period. 2.) In classic Jalopnik fashion, Smith reviews the car but does it while on a wacky adventure and draws the reader into his hilarious affair with Caddy’s outrageous supercharged coupe. “A brief word about the CTS-V coupe’s supercharged, 556-hp, 551-lb-ft, 6.2-liter V-8: It is the kind of unholy device you do not screw with. It leaps toward the rev limiter with such fury that, were you the type of person to have a pile of donuts in your lap while driving, most of those donuts would end up on your shirt. It is quiet; from the cabin, all you hear is a subdued growl and no supercharger whine whatsoever. Then the earth opens up, swallows you, and spits you back out. When you wake up, you are on the other side of the planet.” That’s what I’m talking about.

Autoblog.com – Review: Lamborghini Murcielago LP640

This Autoblog review, written by Jonathon Ramsey, was a primary catalyst for me wanting to write about cars. No joke, every time I read this piece, it still makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck and tears to well up in my eyes. That may sound strange, but follow the link and read it for yourself and I challenge you to not feel the same way. It’s something about the way Ramsey builds such gorgeous analogies and puts the reader right in the driver’s seat that so startlingly takes your breath away. “As long as you’re not on some spit of asphalt custom made for a Lotus Elise, the LP640 is limited only by your knowledge of the road and your knowledge of how to drive it. The car isn’t glued to the road — it is the road, a single amplitude of tarmac flowing between the shoulders. Go with it, and you will go far, my son…

Car and Driver – Road Test: 2012 Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4

I’ve read a lot of car reviews in my time, but NEVER have I read anything like this. Long time C&D editor Aaron Robinson writes one of the most captivating road test pieces I have ever come across. Robinson demonstrates with every line what the difference is between people who write for low-budget car blogs (ahem), and the people who pen lines for one of the best magazines in the biz. Not only is the Aventador the stuff of dreams, but Robinson’s descriptions of Lambo’s finest offering make me want to be a better man. “If  you have the Aventador’s stability control set to “corsa” (or, indeed, turned off) and are an Apache with the throttle, it’ll reward with a sturdy push from the back to rotate you toward the path of righteousness. It can thus achieve truly terrifying speeds without feeling stressed . . . and truly terrifying noises. The 8500-rpm redline and furious spin-up of torque, especially from 5000 on when the ears flatten against the deep percussive energy emanating from the back, remind you of why the major Italian boutiques eschew turbos.”

Thank you everyone for a spectacular year! The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for TDC and I wanted to share it with you. Check it out, and here’s to an even better 2012!

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 7,000 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Like a brilliant and complex sunset, 2011 is slipping under the horizon. The end of another year provides time for reflection, for speculation on what the future may hold, and a re-commitment to not put off all those important things for another year. 2011 was kind of a crazy year what with all the local and global turmoil, the deposing of dictators, the ending of old wars and the starting of new ones.

2011 was a significant year for the automobile as well. It saw the untimely death of several beloved racing drivers, the birth of the new all-conquering BMW M5 and Lamborghini Aventador, one of the most exciting Formula1 seasons in recent memory, the rise of the American car companies as legitimate contenders, and the emergence of EVs as a legitimate path for the future of the car, to name just a few. 2011 was also a big year for Top Dead Center. Starting with a humble Genesis in February, the past few months running TDC has allowed me to do some great things like interview Travis Pastrana and lap Monticello Motor Club, meet fantastic new people and ride in my first Ferrari, develop my writing talents and have a perfectly legitimate excuse to be a card-carrying gearhead.

I wanted to take this time to not only pay tribute to the greatness that was 2011, but to take a look at all the exciting things coming down the road in 2012. Next month alone TDC will showcase an interview with a dirtbiking child prodigy, a feature on an amazing racing team with a focus on children’s charities, a photo extravaganza from the New England International Auto Show, and where in New Hampshire to crack the throttle wide open on your snowmobile. 2012 will also see TDC host an epic car show in conjunction with Guardian Angel Motorsports and New England Blast, and exciting new content from guest contributors.

For me personally, creating TDC has been a tremendously rewarding and challenging experience. Finding the personal discipline to write consistent content that is (hopefully) interesting and fun to read has been far more difficult than I originally thought, but seeing the consistent rise of visits to the site inspires me to dust off the keypad each week and put thoughts into words. It’s also surprisingly more meaningful than I had hoped to have people read your work, comment and post on it, and share it with others. It’s been an incredible experience and I want to say a sincere thank you to everyone who has helped me, whether it was providing story ideas, helping edit pieces, or smacking me upside the head when I made a mistake (which I need. Often.) Although it’s far from perfect and has a lot of growing to do, I am proud of what this site is, and is becoming. I certainly hope you’ll continue to visit here and not only support local journalism, but continue to fuel the dreams that propel you to your optimum combustion.

Here’s to another fantastic year!

- The D

There is no one better than my mom and dad at keeping your gifts a total secret, right up until the moment they pull the wrappings off and surprise the crap out of you. Doesn’t matter if it’s Christmas, a birthday or President’s Day; it never fails that they pull something out that has your jaw hitting the ground and your heart flirting with cardiac arrest.

Without question, the best example of this was right after my high school graduation. We did the typical graduation party thing where family and friends give you gobs of money, slap you on the back and ask what you plan to do with the rest of your productive life. Timidly you answer with something like, “Well, I’m still undecided…” They smile and wander off to get a piece of cake. A few days after the party, my family and I were out in the yard taking family pictures when someone suggested that we walk to the top of the hill behind our house for a scenic backdrop or something. We crested the top of the hill, and BOOM! Sitting there amongst the rows of green juniper bushes and gleaming in the sun, was a white 2001 Subaru Forester, keys in the ignition and my name all over it. Totally had no idea that was going to happen. I felt like Luke Wilson’s character in Anchorman as he’s just had one of his arms ripped off by a grizzly bear. “Aw! I did NOT see that comin’!”

Naturally, I tweaked. After I calmed down, my mom reminded me of the weeks leading up to my graduation when she would casually  ask me, “So what do you think of the Subaru Forester? Do you like it in white?” My answers to both those questions were the same:  “Stupid cars. White is a boring color and only old people drive a Forester.” She would always look slightly quizzical and a little  concerned and say something like, “Oh.” And this is where it was so devious. Little did I know that she was performing the delicate and  nearly undetectable art of “Mom Reconnaissance.” Subtle questions that seemed innocent at the time, but in hindsight, were so clearly  asked with specific intent.

So, what did my parents do when they knew I didn’t like white Foresters? They bought a white Forester. That took some serious  cajones  on their part. Imagine buying your kid a car that they genuinely hated. I’m glad they took the leap and bought the car because  the  Forester has become my old and loyal friend, one that I look forward to hanging out with and one that I know will never let me  down.

One of the things that I like the best about the Forester would have to be the way it pulls off utility without being utilitarian. You can  load the back down with skis, rock climbing gear, bags and stuff, but when you’re sitting in the driver’s seat, you don’t feel like you’re  piloting a tank or a soccer mom-mobile. Unlike so many other “utility” vehicles, the cabin in the Forester has some semblance of  character and has consistently decent gas mileage. The Forester has been on countless trips to my local rock climbing area,  multitudes of skiing trips, and a myriad of adventures both near and far, and it has handled all of them with aplomb.

It was this capability to carry piles of stuff and it’s distinctly can-ish shape that gave my Forester its nickname: The Soupcan. I’ll give credit where credit is due; I have my good friend Anthony Cormier to thank for the nickname. I think he dropped that name somewhere in casual conversation at some point, like, “Doran, are you still driving the soupcan?” and the name stuck. For a while, I even had a magnet on the back of Andy Warhol’s famousCampbell’s Soup can painting. It’s been used so often that I don’t even refer to my car anymore as “my car.” It is only, “The Soupcan.”

The Soupcan’s (see?) other major strengths are having by far the largest sunroof in the history of the world. It’s so big it’s not just a sunroof, I’ve called it the “Galaxy Roof.” The seats are supportive and comfortable, there is certainly no substitute for driving a manual transmission vehicle, and it’s ruggedly handsome in its own Japanese, can-ish sort of way.

As I write this, there are a shade over 190,000 miles on the clock and while she starts  a little slower these days, the engine still clatters along at idle with the reassuring  mechanical rattle of the Subaru boxer four-cylinder. We had a pretty rugged winter this year with the roads regularly being blanketed  in several inches of fresh snow, and not once did I have an issue driving anywhere. In fact, I got all school-girl giddy at the prospect of  being able to drive on snowy country roads and make use of Subaru’s excellent all-wheel-drive system. Every turn in the road was an  opportunity to be like Ken Block: Give it a flick of opposite lock and a dab of power to rotate the back end, and then hang it out there in  long and ridiculous power slides. While I am certainly no Ken Block, I never passed up the opportunity to fling The Soupcan around  pretty much every corner I came to.

However, this wouldn’t be a proper overview if I didn’t mention some of the Soupcan’s shortcomings. The gear shifter feels like you’re  changing gear by trying to shove a plastic fork directly into the transmission’s teeth. The check engine light comes on with frightening  regularity. While 25 miles-per-gallon is decent, a car with a 2.5-liter four cylinder should be a little more frugal, even with the all-wheel-drive system factored into the equation. The rear window wiper has developed a nasty case of rust where it meets the body of  the car and it’s now spreading rusty red tears down the back hatch, the digital clock gave out years ago along with the rear window  washer, and having to replace major components like the exhaust system (twice), the clutch, and the head gasket seems a little  excessive. The multiple flat and popped tires have nothing to do with the car and more to do with *ahem* the driver. Even  with all that, The Soupcan is a champ. 

Like all relationships, there is an end point. With people, it’s either an event that occurs in or  outside your control, or Mother Nature herself. And with every mile we drive, I know that The  Soupcan will have to be replaced that much sooner. We’ve been through a lot of adventures  together, and she will be sorely missed once she’s been retired to the used car lot. I find that it’s  only fitting to stay with the Subaru family for my next car; I’ve got my eye on a 2011 Satin Pearl  white Subaru Legacy GT. A test drive last summer got me hooked on 265 turbocharged  horsepower, leather, Bluetooth, and driving a sedan again (hooray!) I find it to be a perfect blend  of sportiness, professionalism and comfort, and who in their right mind can say no to a  turbocharged Subaru engine? Turbos and Subarus go together like hotdogs and ketchup; good by  themselves, but magically delicious when put into the same bun. I’ll be sure to keep TDC updated  with my progress in finding The Soupcan’s worthy replacement.

In short, The Soupcan has been a tremendous vehicle: More than satisfactory reliability, loads of space for you and your stuff, and enough character and quirkiness to keep things interesting. It’s basically the perfect vehicle for northern New England. And as I look into the future of my transportation, I can’t help but hear the muted whoosh of a turbocharged Satin Pearl Legacy GT coming down the road…