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call the Gulfstream, so it’s kind of a
water/wind thing. Fluid motion.
I raced it for two years, cutting my
teeth in racing, then sold it to pursue
Firestone Firehawk with my former
wife Linda co-driving. It bounced,
literally, around Florida through three
owners, two of them close friends,
before I bought the remains back
about 1997 and ran it in the SCCA
24 Hours of Moroso, as kind of a
LeMons car ahead of its time. After a
stalled restoration plan from a V W
team for whom I drove in 2008, it now
languishes outside a patient race shop
in the Chicago area. I hope. Haven’t
seen it in years. Yes, revitalization is a
long-term plan. It’s historic!
1966 Saab 96. Two-stroke.
Because it’s cool. And it’s an 850cc
triple, with triple carbs, making a
stomping 42hp. Hey, more than a ’60s
Beetle. Four-on-the-tree column shift.
I had one in college for a short time,
same reason, quirky-cool; a 1959 93
wagon. It wasn’t all that old in 1978
(think 1999 today). My current
Stroker was an impulse purchase,
sight unseen via eBay. Looked great in
the excellent pics in a beautiful
driveway, but it just barely ran and
hardly stopped. I spent the last six
years slooooowly getting in drivable,
and now it’s for sale. PM me!
was going to preach about the
finish of the Daytona 500, but
I don’t want to work that hard right
now, and I’m waaaay past deadline
already. Instead, indulge me and
allow me to tell you about my cars,
in order of length of ownership.
Nothing is newer than 2004. Dang,
that’s 14 years. Upgrade!
1985 Volkswagen Cup Golf.
I purchased this car in 1985 as part
of that series’ transition to the Mk
II from the beloved Mk I Rabbit/Golf.
Funny name for a car, isn’t it? Spelled
backward it’s Flog. How appropriate,
all 85hp of it. At the time, VW was
naming many of its models after North
African winds: Jetta, Scirocco, Passat.
When I drove for Porsche and got to
know a few Germans well, I learned
they think of the area as a vacation
destination, not unlike our Florida or
Phoenix, Ariz. (I think the average
American might think it more of a
sandy home for religious extremists,
but that’s another column, for another
magazine.) Golf is what Germans
2-TIME RUNOFFS NATIONAL CHAMPION
2-TIME SOLO NATIONAL CHAMPION
4-TIME PROSOLO CHAMPION
4-TIME WORLD CHALLENGE CHAMPION
2-TIME ROLEX 24 GT WINNER
2004 Toyota Tundra. People, this is
the size daily driver pickups should be.
Paid premium price for a rare,
low-mile model five years ago and
have never regretted one cent.
Torque-filled Lexus-like V8, decent
mileage, smooth and quiet, still hauls
7,000lbs, tows racecars like they
aren’t there, and doesn’t get my
friends dirty when they borrow it. No
stories. Just turn the key and go.
Anywhere. It fits in normal parking
spots everywhere. The Tundra was
Toyota’s big truck back then, but now
measures exactly the same size as the
Tacoma – the small truck. Size creep
Mini-no-more-truck. We used to call
them that, kids. Mini-trucks. How
quaint. We still say minivan, but I don’t
think so – they’re huge. The true
minivans of today are the compact
crossover SUVs, right? RAV4, CRV,
Compass, Escape. Yeah, I hate them.
Cars drive better in every way, lower
and lighter. Hey, I’m a racecar driver.
Wait, an aging racecar driver.
Speaking of that...
1990 Volvo 740 Turbo. An aging
racecar. Got this for cheapo endurance
racing five-plus money-flushing years
ago, but I’m loving it. I was racing for
them at the time, so any car of my
own had to be a Volvo, too. Company
“I really enjoy getting my hands dirty on
‘The Moose’…and making systems
work; getting it to handle”