Chasing Cars by Sarah Feeney
A monthly column of automobile-related stuff. Subjects tackled in no particular order and with scant respect for chronology, engine stats or fuel consumption.
More, what make & model was the Scooby-Doo Mystery Machine? What did Al Capone drive? What’s the best car to make a hand-brake turn in? How many Bugs are in Mexico and what’s the design flaw on a 1972 Porsche 911? (*answers below)
More oomph, less Top Gear-style jeans.
February 2020
Chasing Cars by Sarah Feeney
Ironically, I don’t drive. I legally can but morally don’t as I’d be off the road within minutes – taking the rest of the traffic with me, no doubt. It’s been about 30-years since I last drove, I had an early 1980s Vauxhall Chevette – lovingly referred to as ‘The Shove-it’ and I loved it and shoved it in equal measures.
I’d drive about five of us to The Hacienda and early one evening I spun it off the M6 exit to Crewe and then crashed into a wall outside a warehouse. We carried-on partying regardless but the bearings were never the same again. Not so much Wolf On Wall Street in in his white Lambo on drugs, more the Young Ones in Vyvyan’s Ford Anglia 105E.
These days you’re more likely to find me on a squeaky af second-hand bicycle in more glamorous than Crewe California. I usually buy one so that I can head out and photograph cars all day. I’ve now done this in 40 different countries but the west-coast remains the best place for a never-ending supply of photogenic mid-century classics, customs, hot-rods, RV’s and motorbikes.
This month I’m keeping it easy with a selection of some of my fave California car photos. Also, I’m back there from March 16th so I’m getting myself in the mood. It’s February, it’s grim and what with Storm Ciara and Dennis we could do with some hazy-lazy-shiny chrome and blissed-out sun-chilled vibes.
Photos from one day: one coffee, one sunset, one evening beer drunk out of a paper bag in a car park near Venice beach.
*answers:
Yes, it was an Econoline.
A 1928 Cadillac V-8 Town Sedan (bulletproof).
A Ford Capri, obvs.
Too many.
An external oil cap in the same place the petrol cap would traditionally be so people kept accidentally filling it with petrol instead of oil.
The Drift 