Here in LA, your extraordinary is our ordinary. Palm trees & 80 degrees in January may equal vacation to you, but to us, it’s winter. A celebrity sighting may completely spin you out, but to us she’s just another skinny bitch with Botox. But this doesn’t mean we’re jaded (NY has that down), it’s just that LA seems to democratize the things that other places hold sacred. Nowhere else is this more evident than at Supercar Sunday in Woodland Hills, where the dreamiest of car sightings happen on a weekly basis:
Here’s a Top 10 Sampler.
#10: Double SL:
Most people only see million dollar cars during the Barrett Jackson auction. Here in LA, they’re parked in front of the valley’s lamest Macy’s and available for all to peek in:
(don’t miss the luggage!)
#9: Double Volvo
For most of you, Double Volvo probably means a soccer game or PTA meeting. But here, we’re reminded that Volvo hasn’t always been an overpriced form of female castration, but was once an affordable form of great design and true innovation.
#8. A Series 3 E-type & a Lambo Murcielago make friends:
If you’re not entranced by the beauty of this classic English V12 in contrast to the modern Italian V12, perhaps you’ll appreciate that the human equivalent of this unlikely pairing, which is Roger Moore and Madonna sharing an espresso. (thanks for the correction, Bobby!)
#7: Low Riders that don’t bite:
Getting this close to a low rider can often mean getting cosy with a street gang. But here at Supercar Sunday, this intimidating vehicle came with an equally intimidating owner who turned out to be a 6’4″, 280 lb fully tatted pussycat. (Oh & PS– his homies are goofballs.)
#6: Free drinks.
Red Bull showed up and made sure that if we weren’t sufficiently jacked up on Starbucks and adrenaline, that they had just the thing to make us spontaneously combust. Thanks.
#5. We respect our elders:
Because if you’re old enough to remember the Ford Model A, have a seat. We’ll come to you and get schooled.
#4. Cuddle up with C7:
It’s Car of the Year to Automobile Magazine and Road & Track, but here it’s just one of the gang.
#3. Or have a beer with his great-uncle:
Because the Stingray hierarchy is a lot like the James Bond hierarchy– we can all agree that Daniel Craig is super hot, but when push comes to shove, we’d all prefer to get down with Sean Connery, even if he had to take out of his teeth to do so.
#2: Maserati remains classy:
This flawless Sebring reminds us that Maserati was once a gentleman’s car, not a gentleman’s club car. Sorry, I love the Quattroporte as much as the next person, but I’ll also bet that its back seat has seen more hookers than Charlie Sheen’s security team.
#1. A 4×4 gets freaky:
Yes it’s ridiculous, yes it’s obnoxious, and to a true Z-car fanatic, this is nothing less than blasphemy. However, it is no less ridiculous than developing a major metropolis on an active earthquake fault or building multi-million dollar homes in a tinder box, but this is LA. We do ridiculous better than anyone & there’s no place I’d rather be.
I didn’t know (or forgot) that there was a Sebring other than the Chrysler variety, much less something so beautiful!