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Goldenrod Yellow Singer at the 2017 Americana Manhasset Concours

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Sometimes, a car shows up at a Concours and no one notices. When that happens and it’s a run of the mill sort of car, that’s one thing. But it’s a total and utter turnaround when that car happens to be this absolutely stunning yellow Singer, parked all by itself in the back of the show next to the brand-new Porsche 911 Turbo S Exclusive Series. Everyone stares at the Turbo S, leaving the Singer to be left alone, and prime for me to take some great photos of it in the rain. There is not a single angle that this car is ugly at–Singer takes resto-mods to a completely higher level, a level that no single company can match. Enjoy the photos of this gorgeous modern classic. Continue reading Goldenrod Yellow Singer at the 2017 Americana Manhasset Concours

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This dark gray LaFerrari was lurking at the Scarsdale Concours

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I haven’t been genuinely excited to sit in a car in quite a while, but certain cars still bring out that same childish excitement. The owners of this sinister gray LaFerrari were nice enough to let people sit in their $3.5 million dollar holy grail of a car. It made every kid’s day, and even some of us who used to be kids.

The LaFerrari rolled in late and it absolutely stole the show, like it had its own gravitational pull or something. Gray is not that flashy of a color, but the car’s low dark shape moving through the crowd made everyone do a double take before they realized exactly what it was.

Sitting in the LaFerrari feels a lot different from sitting in a 488, more like the cockpit of a fighter jet than the cabin of a car. Everything seems tighter, and more focused. I was kind of surprised, but then again, you wouldn’t want your seven figure Ferrari to feel exactly the same as your six figure Ferrari now, would you?

This was actually the third LaFerrari we saw that day. It was the only one at Scarsdale, but there were two that were trucked in for the meet at Garden State Plaza in NJ. The owner of this gray LaFerrari actually drove his car to and from the show, so by that alone he’s infinitely cooler in my book. Let alone the fact that he and his wife let people sit in it. This is hypercar ownership done right, and all you stingy billionaires should take notes.

Enjoy this gallery of THE Ferrari.

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Pagani Huayra BC at the Greenwich Concours

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I could not take my eyes off of this Pagani Huayra BC at the Greenwich Concours this year. Maybe it was the fact that this was the first Huayra BC I’d laid eyes on in person, or maybe it was the fact that it was my ideal spec for a Huayra, but something about this particular car just wouldn’t let me walk away. In all I took over 300 photos of it, whittled down to 40 or so for this gallery.

The Huayra BC is the hardcore Pagani Huayra turned all the way up to eleven. Not only has Pagani turned the boost up for 789hp over the standard Huayra’s 730hp, but they’ve also dropped the BC’s weight to just 2,685 lbs. That’s like four Toyota 86’s in a car weighing 100lbs less than a Toyota 86. In fact, the Huayra BC is so light compared to its hybrid hypercar rivals that it’s power-to-weight ratio is actually superior to that of the Porsche 918, McLaren P1 and Ferrari LaFerrari.

The Huayra BC is an unbelievable machine, a dream car among dream cars. Like all Paganis, it’s full of immaculate fine details, from every minute bolt up to those jaw-dropping gullwing doors. I could not take my eyes off the car because there was just so much detail to to take in. Now I invite you all to share in the wonder that is the Pagani Huayra BC. Enjoy!

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1932 Bugatti Type 55 Roadster at Radnor Hunt

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This hornet colored Bugatti Type 55 was tucked off in a corner of the show at Radnor Hunt, but it still caught everyone’s eye. With a magnificent paint job and a fine wood interior this is French roadster is as classic as they come. Just imagine cruising the Riviera in this thing…

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1934 Packard Coupe spotted at the Ritz-Carlton, Amelia Island

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A year ago, while waiting to drive the Alfa Romeo 4C, a pale green silent shape caught my eye. Simple, elegant, and utterly stunning, this prewar Packard drew all eyes to its lines as it silently slithered up the lane, strutting its best stuff amongst the noveau riche. Success was had on my end, as I ignored the Jaguar I had finished shooting and the Alfa I was about to go bombing around in, and chased down this sweet Packard. I was glad I did, as it turned into the garage, never to be seen by my keen eye again for the weekend. Enjoy the photos. Continue reading 1934 Packard Coupe spotted at the Ritz-Carlton, Amelia Island

1967 Pontiac GTO at the Misselwood Concours

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Pontiac, before General Motors decided to kill the brand, made some of my favorite mid-priced cars. While some scorn and say that they were just Chevrolets with some extra body cladding, there was a time where that just wasn’t true. Back in the 1960s, John Z. Delorean wanted to put some pep in the General’s step–and he decided to use a time honored formula of taking a big engine and cramming it into a car smaller than normal. The new Tempest was a great candidate, being Pontiac’s newest intermediate in 1964, so it was chosen. Then, a 389 cubic inch V8 was bolted in, and the car was sent off to showrooms.
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Mike Musto checks out some ratty muscle cars, for our entertainment.

Three years ago, Nick and I met Mike Musto, a man with enough personality to fill all of Middlesex and Mercer County and a big fan of old-school muscle cars (my sort of thing). His new show, House of Muscle, is a show that’s absolutely worth watching. In this latest episode, he ends up in a little rural part of Alabama and shows us all some muscle car clones that aren’t perfect, but are a blast to drive and aren’t trailer queens. These are cars that are run hard, put away wet, and maintained the way the owners want, not how the collectors demand. It’s always great to see folks with old cars like these actually run them around and use them. While I own a car that’s far newer (my beat up Lincoln, which currently isn’t running thanks to an engine problem), it isn’t perfect either–and this man from Alabama deserves my respect.

The Ferrari P4/5 by Pininfarina at the Greenwich Concours

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Cars don’t get any rarer, or more majestic, than this. This is not a Ferrari P4/5, it is THE Ferrari P4/5 because there isn’t another one on this little green planet of ours. It was commissioned by James Glickenhaus, and seems to have helped inspire him to go and found his own racing team and car company, Scuderia Cameron-Glickanhaus (SCG for short).

Underneath P4/5 began as a Ferrari Enzo, but it was totally overhauled by Pininfarina and is officially recognized as a model of its own by Ferrari, the “Ferrari P4/5 by Pininfarina.” Upgraded from the Enzo, P4/5 is supposedly capable of reaching 233 mph (over the Enzo’s 217 mph). It also has an extremely loud top-exit exhaust that has no mufflers whatsoever. It is surely a sight to be seen, and a sound to be heard.

What I love most, though, is that Mr. Glickenhaus actually drives this one-off hypercar on the road. It’s not just for looking at in his garage, and there are many photos of it out and about on the roads of Long Island. You gotta love when someone actually uses a car like this, and if you’ve ever had the chance to talk to Jim, you know he’s as cool as car guys come.

This was my second time seeing the Ferrari P4/5 by Pininfarina in person, but my excitement was just as severe as the first. Plus, this time I had a little more time to shoot it. Enjoy the gallery of this most-special machine.

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