A few years ago I was living and working in the best area of America – Boulder, Colorado. There I worked and lived with a great group of people – very diverse in every aspect. We’d work together, help each other out, have lunch together, ride our bikes, go swim or hike together. It was a great time, that I will always remember fondly. At work I enjoyed particularly that there was a lot of genuity, original thinking and a free exchange of ideas and a noticeable absence of obvious and corrosive office politics. Over lunch we’d often harass each other about cars – needless to say, as a German from the home town of Karl Benz (the inventor of the car) I have opinions that I’d like to see written in stone as mantras to the rest of the world and future generations. I had a great colleague, an engineer I respect a lot, because he is the engineer I one day want to be. And Bob believes in Detroit Iron – more specifically the Dodge Hemi. And when a few weeks ago, we went to a night market that had all there great old pick-Ups from America, they reminded me of Bob. I imagined the gleam he would have in his eyes and the smirk he would flash at me while he would tell me that the Thais have seen the automotive light…..unlike some Europeans. So Bob, enjoy, these are for you – DETROIT IRON, well-preserved and lovingly cared for.
A GMC Truck. Nicely hot-rodded and oh-so-low and with a two-tone paint job a true sign of red-neck sophistication and affluence.A Dodge truck, yes, likely with an iron-cast V8 hemi coupled to a 3 speed Borg-Warner tranny – whoohoo…and let’s mention the two tone paint, po-leeeeece!And of course to complete the big unimaginative three, a Ford truck. A great-great-cousin of the now so popular F-150. Which – oh the irony – is now being built from Aluminum, like the Europeans have done for 20 some years in mass production – if we’d consider Porsche, it’d be more like 60 years. Just wait Bob, when Detroit discovers the magic of a turbo charger, my oh my.
Well at least this one is gritty, not opting for the pretty-boy two tone high gloss paint. It looks actually quite bad-ass…like it could tell stories in a raspy voice. Where as the other two are more like Liz Taylor when she was married to Larry Fortensky and had been worked on ump-teen times – not too much character left anymore. But you know that is just my personal preference – when you age, age with wrinkles, grey hair and a face that tells stories…Think Keith Richards or Mick Jagger
But enough with the heckling and reminiscing. I was very happy to find two ancient German motorbikes, too. A beautiful BMW boxer and a Horex – a mean, mean single bobber.
See this is poetry in cast metal…
And now for the mean, mean Horex. These bikes were kick-started by foot and to the uninitiated, they could be very mean. An uninitiated person was easily recognizable by his limp. The kick starter would get thrown back with such intensity, that a gentle foot would break like a twig and one groaned through clenched teeth “Thank You, May I Have Another”, if it was just a bruise.
So much for our stroll along Gasoline Alley. Let’s switch to the weather for a moment. We are deep in the rainy season, except, it is not raining. It is hot and over cast and rain is like a three year old hiding behind his mom’s leg – just peeking but it does not quite dare to come out, yet. But it finally rained a manly rain yesterday evening. I took the camera and took this beautifully abstract shot.
Cool view right? Do you know what’s what? Alright, I’ll help you sort it. We are looking down on to a tree that is lit from below as the rain is pouring down hard. The raindrops and the beam of light create this nice ray in the center of the image.
Alright dudes and dudettes, keep it real and stay sharp – shark-tooth sharp.