Every now and again you catch a car in your peripheral vision that gets you wondering. Was it or wasn’t it?
In this case it was definitely a Puma, and the colour looked quite like Racing Blue. But was it a Racing?
Yes, it was.
While out and about on a recent fall day, I looked to my left and lo! I saw a 1980-something Saab 900 Turbo. This little red beauty had it all going on – good red paint, a decent black drop top, and tan leather. … Continue Reading
I hate the Mini Countryman. Aside from the fact that it’s demonstrably a very good car indeed, it’s awful. It’s built well and drives as nicely as any spawn of BMW should, within reason, but it’s horrible. The marketing, though, is great.
The usual, obvious thing is to have a stickered-up example drive a planned route, daily, in sticky urban traffic, where it will get noticed and draw people in to the appointed concessionnaire. In Stavanger, Norway, Bavaria AS do things differently. Things are looking up.
There’s a used car dealership the other side of town from me that sells the usual bland selection of popular day to day vehicular appliances, but they also have something of a sideline which, if nothing else, certainly brightens up their forecourt.
Figaro. The retro-styled Nissan has become something of a cult vehicle since the first grey-imported machines hit the UK in the early ’90s. And I still can’t decide whether I like them or not.
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I could post CX:s and XM:s all day, but in all honestness Cadillacs such as this 1995-model Eldorado are just as rare over here. There simply isn’t a Cadillac I could call common, and a great deal of anything with that crest on the grille has swam here by itself as a private import.
While I’m trying my best to read into the ownership profile of the Eldorado here, there are a couple of things that throw me off. It’s fairly clean, but sections of it have been resprayed. Then there are the ungainly, motorcycle style EU plates, which desperately need to be replaced with the new small style plates that have been introduced this year (no EU tag, same size as US plates), and finally the cheapest possible wheels of generic design and a size too small.
But the colour of the car is great.
On the same trip that resulted in me photographing the beautifully preserved, always head-turning 1982 Citroën CX, I also happened across a duo of everyday cars from the late Seventies. Once ever-so-popular, but these days either increasingly rare or downright uncommon, they sat parked just a couple carlenghts from each other. Neither of them were showroom fresh anymore, but displayed patina and bumps and bruises proudly.
Let’s start with the Volvo.
Yes, that really is a caravan in Norway with “Free Candy” daubed enigmatically on the side, somebody either has an awesome sense of humour or is deeply, genuinely disturbed.
Yet still, the lure of giveaway confectionary was too strong for me to resist. So I approached without caution, gathering speed, licking my lips on the promise of a sugary snack waiting for me. And when I got there, well, disappointment. No delicious tooth-fizzing treat for me. But there was this W114.
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It alarms me, upsets me, causes me violent shivering and sweating and leaves an unpleasant, acid taste in my mouth whenever I think about how much broader a cross-section of cars you see on foreign roads than on those of my home country. During six days exploring the tourist-strewn streets of Norway, I saw a far broader variety of machinery than I might over six days back home.
What follows in two parts is a brief insight into the many varied forms that add to the richness and diversity of road traffic stock in Norway. Today it’s the turn of the Americans.
It’s one of my favourite cars, the 928. The 928 S4, with the extra roundedness of the nose cone was my favourite favourite, and in my opinion one of the prettiest cars ever to issue from between Stuttgart factory gates.
I would dearly love one; but I know that ownership would likely be an emotional, time consuming money-pit, and as such I am ill-equipped as a candidate for custody of a big V8 Porsche. There’s a poignancy, then, every single day when I drive past this example that lives on a farm near me.
I first photographed it not long after moving into my current house, after chancing upon a faster, more direct route to work that morning which just happened to take me past the 928. At that point it seemed that it couldn’t have been there for that long, the grass underneath seeming to have been trimmed not that long ago, and evidence of some kind of attempt at protective covering. It looked like somebody’s “I’ll get around to it one day” personal project. Like so many.
There is a small gravel lot alongside the main road I take to work every day; there are often one or two cars sitting there for sale. Usually, they’re nothing special, but when I saw this great white beast posing for traffic this morning, I knew I was bound to stop and get some pictures. Driving home from work tonight, I did just that. Take a look. … Continue Reading