Timing is everything.

This past weekend I joined a gathering of Porsche enthusiasts known as P.O.G or the Porsche Outlaw Group. I had heard, through social media Magnus Walker would be in appearance at the event. If you don’t know who Magnus is, he was the star of a documentary film titled Urban Outlaw, it featured his personal collection of Porsches and beautiful scenes of him blasting throughout downtown Los Angeles and the surrounding hills in his vintage 911. The film touched perfectly on the emotional connections of of us who’ve ever owned or driven a Porsche, especially the early 911’s. 

I headed down to the OMSI parking lot on my old GPZ to check it out. It was a perfect November morning. Meaning it wasn't raining!

Lots of cool cars showed up for the event. There was an excellent representation of new, vintage and modified Porsches on display.  A couple days later a friend noticed a picture a photographer had taken at the show on his Instagram feed. Guess who made it into the shot? It was perfectly timed. 

After I saw the photograph it got me thinking about timing. Like being in the right place at the right time.   When I look back on where I am today, a lot of it was just timing and luck. Just like the picture.

Perfect timing. Photo credit@ryansova

Magnus Walker

A gathering of Porsches

Car Show in the Palouse

My old friend, Jay Scholz recently invited me to his annual party and car show in his hometown of Rosalia, Washington. Rosalia is located south of Spokane in the rolling hills of the Palouse. The Palouse region is where most of nation's soft, white wheat; brewing barley; and lentils are grown amongst the soft, rolling hills.

This particuliar car show is sponsored by Jay's hot rod shop, Rose's Garage; where they specialize in all forms of automotive customization. If you want to see some examples of Jay's work, check out his website at www.rosegarage.com.

It really was great to reconnect with my old friends from the days when I worked in the Palouse at the local grain elevator, in order to pay for my college tuition. While I was at the show, I was recruited to be one of the judges. About 60 cars were up on display, with half of them signed up to be judged. There was great assortment of cars and it was a tough job to pick out the best one. But someone had to do it and I was happy to oblige.

Looking down mainstreet.

The nose knows

There was a time in American car design when the front, or nose, of the car was the most important part of the overall design of the automobile. One of the most iconic designs at the time was the 1949 Ford Sedan. It really captured the post-war period which focused on the emergence of the rocket and jet age, into which the United States was entering. I came across one this summer in a wrecking yard in Northern California. Without seeing the emblem, you could determine the brand of the car by looking at the nose alone, because they were just that distinct. That today is no longer a car's distinguishable trait; unless of course on the front of your car, there's a stallion or a three-point star.