A New Sheriff

is in town. We redesigned and rebranded the main site. Take a look.

“Kiss My Asphalt” was too cliche and had been done 7 ways from Sunday. The joint is now called Asphalt Valhalla. “Asphalt” as a link to our past, and because that is where cars are at their best. “Valhalla” because that is the destiny for venerated warriors. Plus, I feel a kinship to the old Norse ways. Together, it is a site to celebrate the wondrous grail cars before they take their flaming boat ride. Enjoy 

Porsche 911 GT3 RS in grape and mirrors.
Porsche 911 GT3 RS in grape and mirrors.

Huginn and Muninn Approve

WIP. Were looking for some logo art a lttle less oblique than a 911 driving off into the sunset.
WIP. Were looking for some logo art a lttle less oblique than a 911 driving off into the sunset.

There has been an awakening in the force. “Kiss My Asphalt” was a cute-ish play on words. Except the Simpsons already did it. And it sounds like something Flo at Mel’s Diner would say in between cracks of her gum.

It was time for a change. Not to “Larry Thorson Media.” That is this space, and it’s sort of a meta view of the world of my media interests. Plus, bleh. I hate self-promotion. I do the bare minimum.

In contrast, I am proud of my heritage. One grandma was fresh off the boat from Scotland, her husband’s older siblings were fresh off the boat from Norway. Allegedly, I am descended from a couple of famous alums from the old country. Currently, they are staying at some sort of resort for champions.

Several minutes of checking for copycats later, I had a name that incorporated my love of cars, my efforts to find and document the grail cars (and occasional unicorns).

So give a welcome to Asphalt Valhalla. It’s here (as soon as it propagates; transitioning URLs will happen when it happens), it’s mine and most of all, it hasn’t been done that I could find. I have the Twitter, the FB (in review) and the Instagram.

Enjoy. I am open to thoughts and helpful criticism.