BY GUNNAR HEINRICH
IN an homage to New York Magazine’s “Approval Matrix” that shows what’s cool and what isn’t in the high and low ends of pop culturdom, your humble TMR correspondent decided to try his amateur hand at graphical artistry and came up with my own chart for recent news to hit the car world and the blogosphere.
Let me know in comments if you think this experiment in auto opinion works. If it does register, it can be developed. If it doesn’t, well, the Insider will straighten matters out directly.
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[Linked: NY Mag]
[IMG by Paul D. Goodman | pdgoodman.com]
BY GUNNAR HEINRICH
IF a picture tells a thousand words, then us automotive writers owe an enormous debt to the world’s sharp shooters.
Photographs set the tone for a piece and a good shooter almost always has “an eye” for the details - and needs little direction.
In my line of work as an automotive writer and as a producer, I’m both privileged and right down tickled to know such great talent. It certainly makes my job easier when I get a good photographer to capture the background on what I’m covering - and - it does a greater service to you, dearest.
And because I can talk all day long about how moving the site of a monster truck crushing a Mercedes R-Class truly is, unless you see for yourself; unless a photographer provides you the visuals to accompany my gleeful description; you’re just not getting the whole story.
[IMG by Paul D. Goodman | pdgoodman.com]
Being a visual person, I’m always enthralled by photographic talent. And what follows are just a few names of people I know and people who are known by people I know (six degrees…) who we’d all benefit from seeing more of their work.
BY GUNNAR HEINRICH
BOSTON and New York have an ongoing quarrel.
And if you live in the Northeastern United States, you’re caught in the crossfire.
Take poor little Connecticut as an example.
The Nutmeg State is caught exactly between Gotham and Beantown and seems to be the Verdun fields of trench warfare between sports teams. From the Bronx and Jersey City, Yankees (baseball) and Giants (football) fans have invaded the bucolic state from the west, while Red Sox and Patriots fans have claimed the eastern fields and pastures.
Each fan is as red faced, loud mouthed and obstreperous as the next.
Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington, District of Columbia all seem to sit perched on the sidelines, secretly gunning for Boston while watching Gotham and Beantown, posture like two drunken Irishmen trading insults at a bar; each on the precipice of throwing the first punch.
The catch is, New York is a ten time heavyweight champion coming in at over six foot seven. They call him “the Machine” while Boston is this spry, angry little man who fans charmingly call “Li’l Mick.” Not really, but it’s a good characterization - work with me.
New York is the crossroads of the world while Boston is the ten car pile up that’s I-95 hitting I-90 backing into I-93.
There’s really no explaining this ongoing rivalry. Contest over. NYC wins.
BMW and Saab have much the same strange relationship and it’s easy to understand why.
By Gunnar Heinrich
CANADIAN Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau once said that living near the United States was, “like sleeping next to an elephant, you’re affected by every twitch and grunt.”
Operating in the same automotive market as BMW must feel much the same way for the world’s automakers.
Germany’s “Texans” - as ADL Director of Photography Jan Hering is fond of calling the Bavarians - know just how to chorale the cattle… er… I mean appeal to the world’s car buyers. Year in and out, BMW manages to woo a wide variety of customers by mass producing highly capable, efficient, safe, driver friendly, swift luxury cars of near peerless build quality.
By setting this sterling standard, the marque has rightfully earned its prestige status in the eyes of the lusting consumer. That said, there is that one factor that turns off plenty of would-be buyers - the BMW image.
BY GUNNAR HEINRICH
UNLESS you’re new to this whole blogosphere thing or are just waking up from a long coma—in which case I’ll say welcome back (sorry to tell you that Richard Nixon has died and they’ve identified “Deep Throat” as former FBI Deputy Director W. Mark Felt)—you’ve no doubt read about London’s new mayor Boris Johnson everywhere from Autoblog to Jalopnik to namethatcarblog.com.
You just haven’t read about Boris Johnson here.
And that’s okay. Really.
Just hold off on sending the carp mail to Steane—because we’re going to set the wayward ship HMS TMR back on course.
Boris Johnson is London’s new Conservative mayor.
And many of you who are reading this in the comfortable shade of your nearby Coolibah Tree might be tempted to don your Chamberlain caps and haughtily question, “why should we care about a far away people of whom we know (relatively) nothing?”
The answer is you should and here’s why.
BY GUNNAR HEINRICH
Anyone who’s spent more than three weeks in Hong Kong knows that on day four you’ve just about run out of official sights to see.
Victoria Peak? Check.
Repulse Bay? Check.
Mosque Street? Check.
The world’s largest sitting Buddha on Lantau Island? Very cool - double check.
Being the insatiable inquisitor, yours started looking for the decidedly obscure.
The Bottom’s Up Club? Nobody ever heard of it.
The Rolls-Royce showroom? Hong Kong purportedly rivals Palm Beach for highest number of Royces per capita. I found that to be less true but more so the case for the sheer volume of Mercedes-Benzes.
Dealership found.
A small glass fronted store in Central with one Phantom sitting solo next to one desk with a little sign that read “We accept American Express.” R e a l l y… how fast can you export?
And, finally, the Noon-Day Gun.