It distresses me to hear commentators describe folks as "defying the laws of physics". Horsehockey. They're called laws for a reason -- you can't break 'em. If you do, you get hurt. But you can take advantage of them.
Gnarlyness isn't about breaking the rules, it's about playing with them. Constraints can be liberating.
Sometimes gnarlyness can be found in the combination of two unexpected ingredients. The mix, it could be said, is a source of wicked, even ironic, novelty.
Case in point is this 1971 Toyota. In fact, it is a your-peanut-butter-is-in-my-chocolate amalgam of a Nixon-era Celica bodyshell with a Bush no. 43 Honda S2000 powertrain. This is a ridiculous combination, obviously aimed at maximizing hooliganism.
Sights such as this engine bay could only be put on this earth in order to make gearheads such as yrstrly cackle with schoolboy delight:
Gnarlyness, 'tis a wonderful thang.
See more of this delightful beast at the site of our gnarly brethren Bring a Trailer.
... I'm on vacation, which means plenty of time to finally get up to speed on Gran Turismo 5 Prologue, but also conscious decision to do a little less blogging while I'm out on R&R.
I'm totally blown away by the fidelity of the GT 5 driving experience. I just spent a challenging evening getting to grips with the twitchy rear end of the Corvette Z06, and to good effect: there are a bunch of virtual Ford GT and Dodge Viper drivers wondering just who that guy was who blew their doors off... man does that V8 sound good!
I salute the dedication and high standards of Kazunori Yamauchi. The games he and his teams create embody everything we at metacool hold sacred: that quality is the basis of all remarkable experiences, that the best marketing is built off that base of extreme quality, and that quality is best achieved by organizations led by people who know whereof they speak. Because of all of this, Gran Turismo is as incredible a total experience as the iPhone, the Nissan GT-R, or a dinner at Frasca. All of those are created by teams of quality fanatics. There is no substitute for doing really good work.
Okay, only $301,849 more of virtual GT 5 money and I'll have me a Ferrari F40 (I already bought a virtual GT-R, natch).
I spotted this bike last week in San Francisco. Of course, it is a fixed gear machine.
Its inherent mechanical gnarlyness is substantially enhanced by the choice of matte black for the frame, with a Marlboro-ish red-orange hue for the wheels. Not that I condone smoking or cigarettes, but Ferrari F1 racers ran this color about four years ago, and it was a good one. It's the color of speed. And speed, or the capability to go fast, is the essence of gnarlyness.