It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

And we're here with our cameras to catch it as it unfolds. We've been shooting the madness since before you were born. Here you'll find our forays into the world of cars and street scenes. Sometimes it's grail cars at a parking lot show; sometimes it's a survivor car hidden behind a fence. Sometimes it's news; sometimes it's a story triggered by a chance sighting.

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Hookers and Squirrels: And Here. We. Go.

Our friends at Scuderia Southwest have joined the 20th Century with a brand new URL and website. What the previous one lacked in elegance and modernity, it made up for in at least telling us where the cars would be and that it was OK to whip out my big 250 mm various lenses.

Photographers are always welcome.

With the fancy new pages comes expansion of the show.  And some explicit organization. That too is welcome.  For the first few years, it seemed like some word-of-mouth parking lot meet. Some of the usual suspects behind the event got strangely territorial about who could be there and what they could do. We got a bit indignant on this side, that some blowhard with a horse on his hat could tell someone else they couldn’t park in an open lot at a strip mall.

People worried about the future, especially after the local paper ran a puff piece.

Great.  Now the secret is out.

The cops were well aware. Attracting the attention the City’s bureaucrats seemed inevitable. The folks behind it have addressed that with the new website. One no longer need mine the Ferrarichat archives to learn that they do get a Scottsdale permit for the event.  So nevermind. Mostly. (You can’t really bitch about people using open spots at a mall.)

But with permits come rules, and they have those too.

There is no club to join, no dues, no rules and no drama.  Just a good time and maybe a cup of coffee.

I guess those aren’t so bad. Spicy Italian tarts on this side, mere mortals on that. The Pavillions show, in contrast, gets pretty anal if you don’t follow the aisle’s sandwich board rules. And, they get a bit fussier about what the rice row is allowed to do (“no loud EDM”) vs. the lounge lizard C3 Corvette row (“no loud polyester leisure suits”).

So we’ll see.  Maybe the no longer invisible hand improves an already great event.  Maybe it becomes an elitist bitchslap.

We’re looking forward to the wall of shame either way. We like pointless displays of horsepower as much as we like seeing Scottsdale cops nailing entitled assholes who forget pedestrians exist.


We’re in the Wrong Line of Work. Or Something.

We love cars.  We love driving them, ogling them, shooting them, writing about other stuff but still finding a way to include them.  All of it. We love finding the cars out on the street. Failing that, we stalk the car show circuit, hunting grail cars and wacky survivors. Option three is the auction circuit:  RM, Gooding, Russo and Steele… Read more →


This svelte and impossibly blue coupe lurked on the periphery of the Las Vegas Cars and Coffee show. It deserved a more prominent placement. The joy of the hunt for us is lurkers like this.  We don’t know why it’s not in the middle of the show.  we’re just thrilled that we found it .  And happy that it is not some princess who’s too haughty and indulged to mix with the commoners.
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1970-73 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am

We’d guessing 1970 because of the  400 c.i.d. engine.  Per wiki, the 1971-73 T/As had a 455. My second cousin Shirley drove one of those 455s. However, we’re skeptical of the “T/A 6.6″ on the shaker. It should say “400.” But, they came in white or blue.  We’re also a little leery of the screaming chicken.  That came on-line for 1973.  I guess the verdict is “frankenbird.”  It’s still sexy as hell.

1970-73 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am

Not technically correct but gorgeous.

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1984 Ferrari 512BBi

1984 Ferrari 512BBi

Still as sexy as in 1977.  And those horns!

Say hello to the 1984 Ferrari 512BBi.  it’s one of our favorite cars since we knew that life was more than Buicks and Matchbox cars.  We met the owner.  Nice guy.  Reticent, which seems to be the perfect foil for loud red “EVERYONE LOOK AT ME!!!!” Italians. This one just turned 8000 miles.

Not sure the owner was thrilled with the POV shot, but the window was open and all we touched was rarefied air. The only thing we missed was a lights up shot.  (And the bucket list sit in/drive a boxer/Ferrari/V12 things.)
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No Coffee, but Cars

Today was Cars and Coffee in Scottsdale – the real one, not the Penske thing. Super packed full of fancy wheels. We’ll have some hero profiles and a gallery soon. For now, here is a 1984 Ferrari 512BBi with 8,000 miles. Bask in its glory.