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Search and Destroy
Got an email regarding a new blog, heckmotor-sportwagen, which you guys should bookmark as it looks promising in capturing some great cars across the pond:
I’ve been very fascinated, by the organisation of the american Porsche scene, espacially your work! Now i’ve decided to start a porsche blog projekt in Germany called heckmotorsportwagen, because here is nobody who makes anything like that, only Matthias Höing from Hamburg and Maurice from the Netherlands … I would like to send you a t-Shirt and a few Stickers to get a bit poplar in America … Only if you’re intrested !
Best regrads from Düsseldorf Germany
My buddy Dave Eck sent me a very “interesting” link to a four-minute plus video of some really crazy crashes…seriously these guys need to be toasted with your favorite beverage. The yellow arrow is pointing to the driver and the blur is his car below. Check out the video here.
For the record, it was 90 degrees that day.
His reaction made me realize I had unknowingly done it again…crossed that “invisible line” which would be made more obvious to me by the head of the Human Resources Department.
During the enlightening HR visit, in between nodding my head and pretending to understand my inappropriate behavior, I thought about my co-worker who smelled like he shampooed with Degree Fresh scent or rather I thought about what he said, “boundaries”.
It seems my favorite photographers operate without any discernible boundaries. Currently the work of William Eggleston has peaked my interest. “Bill” photographs everyday ordinary life…the mundane…and succeeds in delivering some very powerful and bold imagery. His photography contradicts another common documentary discipline of taking photographs of “interesting people, doing interesting things in interesting places”.
I would like to offer thanks to my co-worker for offering his head to dry my armpit and reminding me to operate without “boundaries”.
I think I just came up with a new phrase while reading the regular Porsche forums, “it’s better to tune out than to fade away”. I googled it. Nothing. May have to copyright it.
Totally represents my mindset these days.
This morning I awoke and said to my wife, “You need to take me to Blue Bottle Coffee and you need to pay for it since I am your trophy husband” in which she replied “Anything for you my Dear”.
Damn straight. That part I didn’t say aloud. I can only get away with so much you know.
So I got all dolled up in my Sunday best to find out why so many people worship the almighty Blue Bottle as I had never partaken in the elixir. For those who are unaware, Blue Bottle Coffee is an independent Oakland based company currently generating an epic amount of attention. They claim to only serve coffee within 48 hours out of the roaster and use all the proper buzz words like “organic”, “pesticide-free” and “shade-grown beans” but the one that I like…”vintage German” coffee roasters. Yeah I can get behind that selling point.
All my coffee snob friends praise them and speak of coffee like they’re chemists with their bunsen burner coffee preparation and deep appreciation for nothing but the best coffee. Personally, I’m content loading a k-cup, pressing a button and scratching my cup in my underwear while I wait. Yes…I just said k-cup. Deal with it.
With a new destination entered into the GPS and 16 Horsepower’s Folklore playing on the stereo – we headed off to Oakland. We were greeted by about a ten people deep line that slithered out the door. Apparently a lot of other trophy husbands had the same idea.
My wife sat down and enjoyed our finely crafted beverages, I think my wife more so than me, the ambience of downtown Oakland and the all-so-expensive California weather.
Personally, my taste buds are too tar covered to fully appreciate the coffee. I appreciate the side effects and that’s how I measure good coffee. I want it to be strong enough for my palms to sweat, speech to stutter and my teeth to grind. I want to be wired and productive. That’s good coffee.
Is Blue Bottle worth the 25 mile trip though the Caldecott tunnel? Yes – simply because it’s nice to neglect your weekend chores and break your routine. Spending time with my wife was far better than the Blue Bottle beverages and as they say “it’s not the destination that counts but rather the destiny”…I think I messed that one up. Doesn’t sound right.
Damn straight. I’m saying that one aloud this time.
It’s so peaceful it makes me angry.
“…the C-shit has got me too – a couple of tumors – some serious. Aren’t all tumors serious? I’ve been through the 1st course of treatment and feeling much better, but there’s still a very long race to be run here and the odds aren’t really in my favor.”
That was one of the last emails I received from my friend John. We no longer have the pleasure of shaking his hand and conversing with him at the functions.
He died April 14th from liver cancer complications.
The above photo is one of the last images I have of him. It speaks volumes about his character. His fantastic Emory built ’68 912R just got towed back into the paddock. John opted to risk his personal safety and put car into a wall of tires instead colliding with friend and fellow racer.
Strength to Petey, his wife of 41 years, and their son Eli. There will be a simple gathering to honor John later this year and details will be disclosed at that time. In the meantime, Petey asks:
“…to honor John I encourage you to plan one of your Saturday drives, have a nice meal, and enjoy the day with pleasant memories of John. In lieu of flowers please consider donating to one of John’s favorite charities: The Sonoma Chapter of the Speedway Children’s Charity or the Willows Hospital. Of course you may donate to your charity of choice.”
You will be missed John Thornton.