As far as i can remember, i’ve always had a love affair with cars. I’d like to think that this strange fascination stemming from a young age (thanks dad!) has definitely ingrained in me a slightly different perspective on automobiles and life in general. Perhaps, even fueling my drive towards a design-centric career.
Growing up though, things were quite different. As a young primary school going boy with zero interest in sports and nerding out on Top Trump cardpacks and car magazines instead, getting made fun of for having an “old people” hobby was an everyday occurrence. Needless to say, with my art folder plastered with pictures of Testarossas and Countach(s) instead of a footballer living halfway across the World, i wasn’t part of the “cool kids”.
Happily, that’s all in the past and the only reason i brought it up was that one fine day, a fellow classmate posed me a question which i still remember today. “Why do you obsess over all those expensive cars which you can’t ever afford?” I replied almost instantly without much thinking, “I might not be able to afford them, but i can still appreciate them.”
Those words i mouthed decades ago recently resurfaced in my mind the moment i stepped into Dutton Garage. I was recently on holiday in Melbourne and Speedhunting was not on my agenda, but with an entire day left to myself and a hot tip from a friend to visit this mystical place, i was at and through their front door in no time.
The term slack jawed has been used many times over but that was pretty much what happened. Heck, it even happens now as i look through my own pictures and recall the visit. For a person who grew up fantasizing and dreaming daily of having a “dream garage”, this place is heaven. For a person who grew up fantasizing and dreaming daily of having a “dream garage” and who now works in the creative and design industry, it’s pretty much in same territory as riding on a magical flying unicorn on top of a rainbow made of bubblegum gelato. It’s that crazy.
Architecture, interior design, an exquisite selection of cars and very friendly and welcoming staff. What’s not to love? There’s even a cafe inside for those wanting a Cars and Coffee moment.
And we’re only still in the entrance area.
Continue on in and prepare to have your mind boggled one again.
Heaven is closer now today.
FJ or F-car?
I lusted over the 308/328 era Ferraris so much when i was growing up. This one is absolutely stunning.
But as much as i love the 308/328s, i’ve always felt the most beautiful expression of Pininfarina’s design language for Ferraris of that period rested on the curvaceous lines of Leonardo Fioravanti’s Berlinetta Boxers. The 512BB in the opening photos and this beautiful 365GT4 BB. The first and the rarest generation of the Berlinetta Boxers.
Right hand drive too!
Sextuplets pipes. Sex.
Nearby, another hero from the 70s lurked. While the 365GT4 BB were the first of their line, this 25th Anniversary Countach, honoring Lamborghini’s 25th anniversary (i know it’s obvious but humor me), signified the last of its breed. While it might have been the fastest Countach ever to come out of the factory, i don’t particularly think it’s the prettiest. Those strakes on the intakes and vents are just way too disco for me. Guess who was the then chief engineer on the 25th Anniversay Countach, Horacio Pagani. Thankfully he has toned down on adding wild body parts to cars in more recent time.
Once again, a right hand drive specimen.
While the 25th Anniversary Countach was the last of the Countach line, its engine pretty much lived on, in various incarnations of Diablos and Murciélagos.
I’ll do up another post on that red thing hiding behind.
I think it’s safe to say those lines adorned many a car-obsessed youth’s bedroom walls.
Since we’re showing some more modern machinery.
With Porsches receiving plenty of attention in the past few years, there were of course plenty in the showroom. I am totally in love with this 993’s color, Midnight Blue Metallic. Project 944 maybe?
Black on black 993 RS is an excellent choice!
Please forgive me for giving the SLR less attention.
If cars could talk, what stories would a 356 have?
Meep meep!!! Gotta love them Superbirds.
And you thought your GT-wing was big.
Rounding off Part 1, here’s a pair of lovely Ponies.
Like a Boss.