Author: Chris Birt

  • An SUV?

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    Ford is essentially a truck company. That is why in spite of calling 2005 “The Year of the Car” they could not muster much more than a reskinning of the Volvo 80 platform to create the unpowered, boring as butter Five Hundred Series (which have sold poorly).

    Sadly, Ford of Europe manufactures cars that people want–namely the new Focus ST. But for now, in America, its all trucks.

    On the other hand, if you really care about their contribution to our economy and the like, then you might appreciate the fact that Ford can spin out the best truck concepts (at least) around. If you really, really care, then write to them and tell them to produce the following truck–The Super Chief. I am told it is more economical than Neil Young’s bio-diesel powered Hummer and consumes enough steel to put Cleveland and Youngstown back on the map.

    P.S. The interior is made from a solid piece of wood. Think land yacht. Why not?

  • Ford Fairlane Rides again

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    Yo, the namesake of this cinematic masterpiece has been resurrected. The “Fairlane” nameplate will return as a 2007 Ford SUV with sheet metal slicker than fistful of Alberto VO5. A word of caution to Ford, however, if the interior receives the typical tupperware treatment it will bomb like the Dice Man.

    (I’ll be sending you pictures that I can confirm are production-ready.)

  • What would Vince drive?

    As a literate bunch, I believe there are few Rake readers that appreciate the fine fiction of Mr. Vince Flynn. He is THE new Tom Clancy and lives in the Twin Cities.

    This statement raises some issues (the literature part, that is). Obviously the key question is whether Tom Clancy writes for the big screen and is hence a screenwriter instead of a novelist. As for Mr. Flynn there seems something, I dunno, less exploitative about his work. If Joyce Carol Oates could pen a paen to boxing, there is no telling what this fine writer might do.

    Its well-known, for example, that the best writers of the spy novel all pretty much worked for the British Foreign Service, including Ian Flemming and Graham Greene, possibly Le Carre’. While Mr Flemming (the least luminary, but a fine, fine writer/misogynist) certainly wrote for the screen and Graham Greene’s works made fine movies (but books first), I am not at all certain about Le Carre’.

    The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, was not exactly a star vehicle for Richard Burton but it does remain the finest spy novel every written.

    If Mr. Flynn penned a torutured work about Catholic guilt (as Mr. Greene did with The Heart Of The Matter) in-between his techno-slick entertainments, he could easily join the Angry Men of British spy thrillers. These days you don’t even need to be Catholic to do so.

    Or, for that matter, British.

    Whatever.

    The more pressing question I have about Mr. Flynn is whether he will use his new found and much deserved wealth to purchase an aimless sports franchise like the Timberwolves.

    And I have another key question.

    You see I spotted him driving away from a recent book signing in a vehicle of sufficient thrust to escape the papparazzi that are beginning to trace his trajectory to stardom. It was a black Suburban with a 38% window tint (illegal except on Government issue vehicles) and non-descript plates.

    At least I think I saw him.

    Why this all matters I am not really sure. I think it has something to do with the fact that I heard that Vince often lunches with President Bush aboard Air Force One. In fact, the President is such a large fan of his fiction I wonder if if the Prez loans out a few hot “rides” on the public dime for his supporters.

    Sadly, if there is any truth to this “cover up,” it won’t get press. Too pedestrian, I fear, in the age of pederasty.

    Would like to slip a few more books the President’s way, however.

  • Mercedes Manure

    Alfred Krupp, the scion of the Krupp Arms Empire in the late 1800s (and Germany’s richest man) liked to sleep in the barn near a pile of fresh manure. He believed it was good for his health. Typical German eccentric.

    His story reminds me of the late 1980s Mercedes Benz. I recently drove a pristine 560 SEL example out to Denver to leave at the airport. What was once a charmingly eccentric car has left me cold. I now wish to sell this heap of dung at the earliest opportunity. Allow me to explain.

    Two months ago the car was given a clean bill of health by my then mechanic. Now it could have been the mechanic (who was recently arrested in a illegal web scam involving illegally manufactured hair pieces…I kid you not), or it could have been the altitude in Colorado, but for whatever reason, the car began to emit a wispy white smoke from its tailpipe after fifteen minutes on the road.

    Truthfully speaking I would not have minded being branded a polluter except for the fact that Boulder, Colorado is exactly fifteen minutes from the Denver Autopark. That means my car began emitting a smell similar to Alfred Krupp’s health tonic right about the time I began driving down Pearl Street in Boulder.

    The timing was inconvenient.

    If I had been in a VW bus or perhaps a charming little French Simca I could have pulled over and gotten directions to the nearest garage. Alas, I was piloting the 80s version of a Hummer without an overt capitalist in site. To make matters worse the car began to fart and belch very close to a gaggle of trust fund kids trying out panhandling on Pearl while protesting the lack of Chomsky titles at the local Barnes and Noble.

    The last time I felt this uncomfortable is when my Dad drove our family through the South Side of Chicago and I realized that the billboards looked mighty different than they did in Edina (I was too scared to look at anyone eye-level).

    Eventually I made it out of the Republic of Boulder. I only hope my estwhile German Manure Wagon makes it out of my sight the next time I touch down in Colorado.

    Any takers? (Its currently parked at the DIA PARK in Denver, call Manny and he’ll unload it for $500.00 and change.)

  • Fabio vs. Bruce

    Gina seems a fine name for an Alfa Romeo. However, I drive a black Spider Veloce that goes by the name of “Fabio.”

    This car, like all my cars, was named for me. I am not sure that this name has ever hit the mark. I heard that Fabio was gay (after all these years!). While I am not quite sure about the orientation of my Alfa I do know that it would probably look quite decent on the cover of the average Romance novel. A little small, perhaps, but good.

    I did have another however that was expertly named for me. I once drove a Toyota MR2 that had been decommisioned by the Menards Racing Team. This essentially meant that the car had been de-contented of all creature comforts (save a kicker stereo), chipped up and lowered. The name of this care was “Bruce” as in “Lee.”

    Bruce was small, violent and powerful.

    I wish he was still around to kick Fabio’s butt.

  • Big (a meditation on the Mini Cooper)

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    A journalist once asked Truman Capote after a hard days work just how many words he had committed to paper. “One,” said Capote. “After working all day, just one word?” asked the journalist. “Yes,” said Capote, “but it was the right word.”

    I may never be able to define a “Chick Car” so laconically. I am efficient, however, a defining what it is not and never will be. It will never be big. However once chooses to define the word, “big” will never be associated with a Chick Car.

    That point was pounded home last week as I test drove a cute little Mini Cooper with some Road Rakes.

    As of last week, the Mini Cooper had still escaped Any formal pronouncement as a chick car. As we Spirited the little cupcake around the Southdale parking lot (the dealer is inside the mall), I was feeling pretty nifty about its wonderfully linear torque curve, tossable handling and extremely well planted stance (the wheels are pushed far out to the corners for exceptional stability.)

    Nothing, it seemed, could shake this car.

    Nothing, until the world’s largest portable boom box pulled into view.

    To be clear it was the world’s largest road legal SUV with a truck stereo loud enough to scare half the Galleria (except the women in Chicos— nothing shakes them). This beast is made by International Harvester. It looks like a shrunken semi. I guess it makes the ideal billboard for the Vault beverage drink it was promoting that day. It also made the Mini look Lilliputian.

    I am not up to speed on my Jonathan Swift. I recall Gulliver’s Travels, however, is satirical. Which is a fairly accurate description of the picture you see attached to this blog. The monster truck, which is too much and the diminutive Mini, which is too much for too little.

    When I viewed the two, er, vehicles side-by-side, I was struck by the difference in size and price. The IH truck is about 50k more than the Mini. It is also thousands of pounds larger, more powerful and more excessive in every way.

    It occured to me that if I ran a manufacturing plant attached to a salvage yard, I could junk just one IH truck and re-manufacture 15 Mini Coopers for half their current price (35k) and still make a handsome profit.

    That’s thinking big. Which is something the Mini does not encourage you to do.

    So, is the Mini Cooper a Chick Car?

    I still can’t say. I only know its very small and that the International Harvester SUV makes Kevin Garnett look like Truman Capote. The definitive answer, as with all the really big questions in this world, lies somewhere in-between.

  • If Renee Richards were a car…

    Sometimes a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do. Particularly if that woman entered this world as a man. In the late 70s a certain doctor who was a nationally ranked tennis player changed his sex and continued to compete–as a woman. This raised all kinds of issues related to fair play.

    I am not sure what Dr. Renee Richards is doing today or even what that particularly attractive dark haired babe in Pierce Brosnan’s second Bond flick is up to. I am also uncertain to this day whether Renee should have kept playing tennis.

    Of this, however, I am certain. If a car guy feels the need to drive the following “Chick Cars,” a sex change operation may be in order. The University of Minnesota offers the whole package for about 50k. That’s a bargain compare to what you might throw at your wheels over a lifetime.

    A “chick car” is any car that is self-consciously “cute,” generally underpowered and underwhelming. Some cars are undeserving of this moniker–such as the Mini Cooper, but the vast majority do nothing to shake it off–like the Volkswagen Beetle, the Honda Del Sol (the poster child) and on certain occasions the BMW 325 (see previous post). This does include the Mazda Miata just yet (thanks to Mazdaspeed.)

    There will always be a place for “chick cars” in the market–as there will always be a place for Dental Hygienists (we are beginning to see more cars in Britain, for example) Floral Designers and Flight Attendants. Such professionals have a right to stylish transportation as just like the rest of us (i.e. any flight attendant could easily teach your average bloated corporation more about the “Customer Experience” than the overpaid AMG-Benz driving consultants such companies hire.)

    If you are a dental hygienist, floral designer or flight attendant, I am not suggesting you change your sex. I am simply suggesting that you avoid these cars unless you are deeply, deeply in touch with your feminine side.

    So unless I have irretrievably offended you, I suggest you check back here frequently for all kinds of great alternatives to these sissy boxes. If I had more time, I’d get to that list but as it happens I am sitting right now at Hertz who screwed up my car request. You see I requested a Subaru Wagon and they’ve put me in a Dodge Magnum.

    Tennis anyone?

  • V6 is for Vendetta

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    The Peugeot looks good, and boy, will it back up!

    As a “Car Guy” ages it becomes important to maintain a certain dose of what Henri Bergsson called “elan vital.” This can be translated to mean a spirit for life. I could find a suitable substitute in English but this would betray my continental bias toward culture. Our country is just too young to have perfected the art of enjoying life. The French seem to exhibit a remarkable capacity for doing nothing but.

    It is in this spirit, therefore that I wish to offer a Francophilian perspective on what ails my all too many American “Car Guys.” For some reason they seem to feel that ecological sensitivty is important when buying an automobile. So they buy hybrids with small engines. The true car guy will always keep a Porsche (or similar subsitute) in the garage to remain both suave and sensible.

    It is when his little automotive appliance becomes his sole mode of transport that I begin to feel like merde for mon ami. At this moment in his life, he should be striking back at life instead of settling for the “approximated” driving experience of his Prius.

    Now before you get too hot there Iron John, recognize that the Road Rake will never cut anyone down to size simply because they prefer driving a sewing-machine sized (and equivalently powered) car. My vendetta is against all those who fail to test drive a brilliant new alternative called the Lexus GS 450h. From the advertising, “Working seamlessly together, an invigorating V6 gas engine and a dynamic electric motor produce 339 horsepower – equivalent to many V8s.”

    Better yet, the Lexus GS 450h is available now for 51k (less than a 540) and does 0-60 in 5.2 seconds–right up there with the Porsche in the garage. This Lexus is proof that stereotypes can be shattered in seconds (to borrow again from the ad).

    Speaking of stereotypes, I have had quite enough about the French, as well. When I get around to it, I will paste in the ad that inspired this little blog. It was an ad for a brilliantly-styled new Peugeot with the headline “Men are back.” While it suffered from the akward translation that French car ads often fall prey to in Italian fashion magazines (I think I saw it in Vogue) it struck me as just right. A French car company, at least, would say something like that and might even deliver on it (they’ve designed some great cars lately, and they don’t care what you think.)

    I am sad that I cannot say the same for GM or Ford. Their advertising lacks any form of inspiration (remember any?) Their cars are so bad they put people out of work at alarming rates (sorry to hear about the Ford plant, but what did you expect?) Most of all, they lack vitality.

    I hestitate to call these companies “American.” The 89-year Carrol Shelby is an American. He has talked about building a 500 plus horsepower hybrid next year. He is a devotee’ of Colin Champan, an Englishman, who designed perhaps the seminal small sportscar of his generation, the Lotus Elan. The type of car (in addition to the above Lexus) that could prove vital to both aging car guys and companies alike.

  • Spotting the G

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    Thrust as a concept is covered frequently on the internet. Car guys struggle to define the automotive equivalent—or that sock in the lower back that occurs under hard acceleration.

    There are many modern day muscle car that deliver this g-force experience. Yet if it’s thrust you seek, it’s not how fast you go, but how you go fast. This means, technically speaking, that you are looking for torque instead of raw horsepower.

    I won’t explain difference between torque and horsepower here. More horsepower almost always means more speed. More horsepower does not directly translate into more thrust, which is why you’ll never see “stump pulling” and horsepower appear in the same sentence. For earth-moving pull (with what feels like a push) you need torque.

    Thirty years ago, at the height of the first muscle car craze, buying torque was simple. You bought a muscle car and went for the biggest block engine you could find. Monstrous muscle car engines generated maximum torque and for brutal g-forces off the line, there will probably never be nothing like a 454, 455 or 426 Hemi.

    But what the heck. These cars and engines had some issues. There were inherently inefficient, not much fun over 4000 RPM, and were fairly nose heavy, which dampens the sensation of speed.

    Today, surprisngly, you have more options than you did thirty years ago. Once you are willing to face a few realities, you’ll end up with a lot more car than anything you could get back then.

    The first reality is that engines today are much smaller. They also tend to be multi-valve, aluminum block overhead cam designs. In most cases, achieving maximum horsepower from these engines requires either supercharging or turbocharging—which both tend to pull rather than push you forward.

    The second reality (related closely to the first) is that carmakers no longer build push-rod engines (outside of GM.). For some reason push-rod engines do a better job of generating low-end torque. They are, however, more thirsty and tend to lose power over 4500 RPMs. This is the main reason that carmakers have abandoned them.

    (All but GM, that is. And here GM has stuck with two engines that continue to defy the laws of physics, or the 3800 V6 and the 350 V8.)

    The third reality is that cars are getting heavier again, due to really egregious electronics. This is especially nasty, but not limited to, German cars. Unlike Mercedes and most Audis though, BMW continues to insist upon normally aspirated engines which delivers a more natural throttle response (i.e. you push down the accelerator and you move).

    The final reality is that you may need to wait one more nanosecond off the line today to achieve the g-force acceleration you are looking for unless you want to go straight to the track (which is the subject for another blog). The accelerative rush you get at slightly higher RPMS fortunately can be just as brutal as anything from the 60s—and often more terrifying (German Cars and centrifugal superchargers are especially adept at high-end acceleration).

    I have assembled a fairly lengthy list of cars to make the job of spotting the g easy. It is currently passing censorship and being vetted by local car dealers to assure that the cars will be available for you to drive. I have on hand–twenty five cars in three different price ranges.

    The good news is that 80 percent are under 35k–well under. Some will even save you gas (comparatively speaking).

  • Driving Above .300

    Hitting a baseball is one of the most difficult feats in athletics. Engineering a car that is well-engineered at the right price is equally tricky. A lot of things have to come together at the right time and price. That is why getting a car that’s one-third right rarely happens.

    While rare, the Americans have finally built a mid-sized sedan that gets it at least half right and then some. That car is the Chrysler SRT-8.

    From a chassis, engine and design perspective, this car exemplifies a near-perfect raid on the Daimler Chrysler parts and chassis bin. It drives like a Mercedes because it is a Mercedes–from the chassis up. It’s fantastic 425 HP Hemi engine can burn rubber in third gear. The styling is sensational and is just too chunky to be transient.

    Both cars are worth what you pay for. My advice, with a few caveats, would be to wait until it comes off two-year leases then buy it.

    The first caveat is that both cars seem to have inherited the good and the bad traits of modern Mercedes–the first being abysmal quality. A 300 that I recently rented had a stuck parking brake and needed a valve job at 3000 miles.

    The second caveat is that the interiors of both cars belong in a Rubbermaid store at the outlet mall. While the basic design is there, the execution is as insulting as anything from GM. You are surrounded by grey rubber and cheap switchgear everywhere you look. While the 300’s rubberized plastic is softer to the touch than GM’s thin melted cotton-candy quality variety, it envelops you in cheapness. I am willing to trade a certain cheapness for performance; I just don’t need to shoved in my face.

    Yet, today the styling and driving dynamics of the 300 have been enough to make this car a bonafide hit. Until they fix a few things, however, its only batting around .500.