Archive for the 'motorsports' Category


Car porn: Audi R18 + Monza = Eargasm

If this isn’t the coolest thing you’ve seen and heard all year, you’re wrong:

(h/t Axis of Oversteer)



One of the great tragedies of our time is that the vast majority of incredibly capable hypercars will never be driven near ten percent of their potential.  These fantastic performance machines are relegated to status objects, to be kept in pristine climate-controlled garages and shown off to dutifully-admiring guests at cocktail parties.

Youtube, as ever, restores my faith in humankind:

(The careful reader will detect a certain amount of hyperbole in this post — but holy shit that Enzo looks like it’s having FUN.)


Questions that should never need to be asked

In case you haven’t heard, it’s Corvette C7 Reveal Time over at Jalopnik, in which they gloat the fuck out of how their officially-denied leaked preview images look more or less exactly like the real thing.  Also, they title a story thus:

Guys, lemme sit you down for a second.

What part of Corvette do you not understand?

The ‘vette is America’s Supercar.  For many young buyers, that’s all you need, because supercar.  For the rest of them, it doesn’t matter what you do — they see a tiny trunk and no real back seat and a bigass V8 they “don’t need”, and then they go off and buy the Japanese (“they’re so reliable!”) crossover they were going to buy in the first place.

If the first group of young buyers aren’t picking up fresh-out-of-Bowling Green C6s (and, soon, C7s) right off the dealer’s lot, it’s not because the cars don’t have teh sexxy — it’s because they’re priced in the high five figures.  Young buyers who insist on a ‘vette are probably going to end up with a four-figure used C4 or an only slightly pricier used C5, because (spoiler warning) young buyers aren’t generally dripping in cash.

On the other hand, the article treats us to a link titled “carbon fiber sex dungeon“, so that’s pretty cool.


Car porn, you-will-never-drive-these-cars edition

Oh hell, that’s the vast majority of the car porn I post.

Jalopnik’s title for this piece of automotive orgasmogenesis is “Ferrari F12 Vs. Pagani Huayra: Which Is Faster Around A Track?”, which is exactly the sort of question that Gran Turismo 6 will excel at answering.  In fact, the video doesn’t show us anything of the sort, just a couple of fantastically fortunate autojournalists hooning two amazing supercars around a closed circuit.  But y’know what?  That’s enough.

0:45 — DAT V12 HOWL

That Pagani looks a bit tight, though, what with all the steering lock the driver needed to force it anywhere near the apex and the occasional moment of corner-exit oppo.  Not that I’d complain, mind you….


Christmas car porn

You know what’s awesome?  Road Atlanta.  You know what else is awesome?  Rotary engines.

Here’s Peter Dempsey taking a Star Mazda around Road Atlanta:



Car porn: The ugly duckling turned into a swan edition

So, the Porsche Cayenne is a glorious abomination.  Abomination, because it’s a brand-engineered Touareg with a centre of mass about three times higher than any Porsche’s CG has any right to be.  Glorious, because it more or less saved the company from bankruptcy.  Cayennes are why we can have nice things like the Cayman S.

Because the 911’s engine is too damn far back

That’s been my basic opinion about the Panamera since the bloody thing was released.  Aside from a few Crying Game-like moments where I ogled the front end until I saw the second pair of doors, I’ve basically bought into the Porsche sedan as a necessary evil without which one cannot haz a 911 GT3 RS, not yours.

And today greets me with this.

Oh!  They made a wagon.  That’s pretty great, I mean I’m not sure I dig the high beltline but it’s about damn time we got a proper competitor to the CTS-V Wagon and–

Link goes to Know Your Meme, if you don’t

I’ll be in my bunk.


Car porn, quad-rotorgasm edition

Before “787” referred to the Dreamliner (and thence, bizarrely, to the latest C++ spec), it referred to the Mazda 787B, the only Japanese car to win Le Mans outright in 1991.  And it sounds like sex:

The big thing that makes the 787B’s exhaust note so orgasmogenic is its R26B engine, a four-rotor Wankel design.  If you want your street car to sound like a 787B, you’re in a spot of trouble, because so far as I know no four-rotor engine has ever been made in series production for a street car.  But!  A man with a machine shop and a copy of Solidworks — plus a staggering amount of design, simulation, and fabrication skill — can do things like this:

By way of the ever-excellent Build Threads we discover this extended piece of gearhead porn:

It is breathtaking.  Believe me when I say that you do not have anything better to do with your Sunday than to read the whole thing.

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