Author: Chris Birt

  • Brenda Buys a Car. (not a Prius nor around Paris*)

    We all know Brenda, don’t we? (see: urban, organic, goddess.) If you don’t, you should, because Brenda Langton is an entrepreneur who has successfully fought commonism for years. Brenda in crisp white jacket and soon chillin’ white ride. Brenda owns two joints with her totally cool husband, Tim. One of their places, Cafe Brenda, just…

  • Barry Bonds, Barry Manilow, and Bill.

    On the Seventh Day you are supposed to take a break. With that in mind I’d like to write about something other than cars for just a day. I’d like to write about the difference between stars and heroes. Its a little diddy about two men named Barry and a boy named Bill (I’ve changed…

  • Buying Books For The Road

    I am planing a little road trip this suumer. I hope I end up somewhere better than this steel internet kiosk in O’Hare. The seat is as comfortable as a prison toilet. That being said, I once wrote a piece about groovy books to buy. If you could find a librarian these days, they would…

  • 5 Minutes in the Maserati. 10 Minutes in the Benz. And more.

    My team (of Rakettes, yes) test drove the Mercedes Benz CLS 55 AMG* yesterday. This is another misunderstood car in fly-over country. It is one of the few cars to be seen in where that kind of thing is important (which it isn’t really). Because of this, however, it seems a somewhat naughty purchase for…

  • How To Get Attention. Paris Hilton, Paris, Paris In Jail, Paris Video, Paris on Couch, Style.

    Disclaimer: This post is only nominally about cars but a car did cause me to write it. I have been getting up earlier that usual these days (I wonder how many blogs start with that same inane sentence. A blog is not a diary. A blog is logging of information that starts conversation. Diaries belong…

  • Automobile as Olive Branch

    (pics to go here: when I fix them.) Automachina, Museo, che piu bellezza? A wise man pointed something out to me the other day. People talk about cars, particularly when they are their own. Much like we cannot choose our children (if we choose to have them) sometimes certain cars choose us. I truly feel…