Toyota is leaving Formula 1 racing. BMW has decided to quit next year, Honda left already last year, and Renault is reportedly considering leaving as well. Rally has seen losses of car company teams. Crisis for high-end racing, and it's not surprising during a severe economic recession of course, but there's perhaps more to it than that.
The generation-long rivalry between sports car maker Porsche and mass-market Volkswagen ended recently - and symbolically - with Volkswagen taking over Porsche outright (Ferrari is of course already a subdivision of Fiat). And Honda has stopped building sports cars altogether.
The sports car, the muscle car, the two-seater runabout, is - well, not disappearing, exactly; there's always going to be enthusiasts and car models that cater to them. But the era of the Fast Car is coming to an end.
The sports car has long been a small but serious market segment, important far beyond their sales numbers. They are aspirational cars, something to build your brand and lure people into your showrooms to buy one of your mainstream models. Think of how many teen-age boys have had a beloved poster of some sports car or another, and how many of those ended up getting a car from that same manufacturer when they grew older.
More people than ever have licenses and cars to drive. The car is still a very desirable item. But the nature of car ownership is changing. To more and more young people, a car is no longer a defining symbol of adulthood, and the interest in vehicles as a hobby is waning. Ask any motor club about how the median age of its members have changed over the past generation or so.
Also, the car itself is increasingly being viewed as a pollutant and as the main link still chaining us to the current oil-based economy that is increasingly seen as untenable in the long run. Instead, the cars that capture buyers imagination and grab press headlines are increasingly small and efficient cars, and the future-looking all-electric vehicles. A traditional sports car, with its thirsty engine and flashy looks, seems backwards-looking, a symbol of wastefulness as much as youthful fun. A sports car in your line-up no longer helps sell your ordinary cars; indeed, it may be a net negative.
And of course, with electric vehicles the impression of the car changes. It becomes more of an appliance, like your refrigerator, than a potent lifestyle symbol. A gasoline engine is an amazing Rube Goldberg-esque contraption of mechanical linkages and delicately balanced interactions. It is both very accessible to those who wish to tinker with it, and very temperamental, making it well worth tinkering with.
An all-electric system is different. It's far more even, more predictable and reliable, and any required tuning is done completely through software. Not that there's a huge scope for tuning; electric drive systems come pretty close to your theoretical performance limits right from the start. There's just not much fun in hacking an electric car, and plenty of high-voltage danger for anybody trying. The car hobby - car building and tuning especially - is going to have a hard time adapting to this change.
Spreading lack of interest in muscle cars, the negative brand impression of selling thirsty, wasteful gasoline vehicles, the disproportionate cost of keeping up a high-end small-volume brand, and the lack of proper return on investment on very expensive racing programs - those are the reasons that sports cars are slowly disappearing and car makers are turning away from high-end motor sports. The current recession has just accelerated a change already on the way.
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Bling on Wheels
The New Year's "holiday" this year was largely anything but. Some heavy time pressures had me working most of the time, and a very serious family emergency had us sit and worry rather than relax and enjoy the season when I didn't. I've had little time or inclination to write here. Things are very stressful still, but the itch to post is getting bad, so I'm squeezing in a quick seasonal picture post.
Sogo department store in Shinsaibashi has this customized Mercedes Benz convertible on display. It's completely covered in crystals - Swarowski crystals, thousands and thousands of them. If Liberace was alive he'd be pulling out his checkbook just about now.
Better still, they had a drawing over the New Year for the chance of riding down Midōsuji street - the most fashionable street in Osaka - in the car. No, we didn't apply. Kind of wish we had, though.
Sogo department store in Shinsaibashi has this customized Mercedes Benz convertible on display. It's completely covered in crystals - Swarowski crystals, thousands and thousands of them. If Liberace was alive he'd be pulling out his checkbook just about now.
Better still, they had a drawing over the New Year for the chance of riding down Midōsuji street - the most fashionable street in Osaka - in the car. No, we didn't apply. Kind of wish we had, though.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
One in Three Stolen Cars Not
Beginning of the holidays and amazingly life manages to become more, not less, hectic. Anyway, a recent nugget of news from a Swedish paper is worth a break: One car in three reported stolen during December is actually not stolen at all (in Swedish).
People forget where they parked, or they mistakenly think they took the car when they didn't, and when they can't find their car they report it stolen. This happens throughout the year, but is especially common during christmas season. Large parking lots, lots of identical-looking cars, and the stress of the upcoming holidays all contribute. I'm not immune myself; I've thought my bicycle has been stolen more than once when I simply couldn't remember where I parked it.
People forget where they parked, or they mistakenly think they took the car when they didn't, and when they can't find their car they report it stolen. This happens throughout the year, but is especially common during christmas season. Large parking lots, lots of identical-looking cars, and the stress of the upcoming holidays all contribute. I'm not immune myself; I've thought my bicycle has been stolen more than once when I simply couldn't remember where I parked it.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Spring
The winter in Osaka is chilly and grey, and the summer is long and hot, punctuated with typhoons. The intervening spring feels neither as long, nor as well defined as the slow, lingering season of Sweden with the first hopeful sun-driven snow-melt in early March gradually seguing into the first really warm summer days in June. This really is a fairly unmemorable season in comparison. The two things that do set it apart is the cherry blossoms heralding its beginning, and the "Golden Week" holiday signaling its end.

A colleague asked me to take a few pictures of his car during cherry blossom season. "His car" turned out to be a meticulously renovated Chevrolet Corvette in absolutely gorgeous condition. To the left, outside a temple in Takanohara; to the right, in the mountains between Nara and Osaka. A few more pictures here.

Hanami, "flower viewing" is having a party under the cherry trees. For Osaka castle, that means tens of thousands of people barbecuing, eating, drinking and generally enjoying themselves. And this being the age of the digital camera, I doubt a single flower petal has managed to avoid ending up on picture sites by now, as you can see on the left. On the right, a few too many beers have taken their toll, and a couple of revelers decide to settle some grudges.
A colleague asked me to take a few pictures of his car during cherry blossom season. "His car" turned out to be a meticulously renovated Chevrolet Corvette in absolutely gorgeous condition. To the left, outside a temple in Takanohara; to the right, in the mountains between Nara and Osaka. A few more pictures here.
Hanami, "flower viewing" is having a party under the cherry trees. For Osaka castle, that means tens of thousands of people barbecuing, eating, drinking and generally enjoying themselves. And this being the age of the digital camera, I doubt a single flower petal has managed to avoid ending up on picture sites by now, as you can see on the left. On the right, a few too many beers have taken their toll, and a couple of revelers decide to settle some grudges.
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