There I was last week, sitting at the lights, minding my own business on the way to work (not even thinking about J-tin), and this slides up next to me:
Damn! I thought. Someone's done a real nasty with a bad body kit on a what? A Debonair V? Wassup with dat?
Cruising alongside it past the Imperial Palace, I was aghast at just how ugly it was. Not Stelvio ubafugly, but certainly fugly. Then I took in the AMG badges, and again thought; my HECK! That's even worse. But, it turns out they were born this way. Way back in 1989, before most of us were born perhaps, someone at MMC thought this was a good idea.
Seriously. After getting my 200 yen roll of film processed I am still surprised how disjointed that poor thing looks. Luckily, the same roll of film held a few more spottings from my daily commute. This tasty Z-car stood out, not only because of its condition, but also because of its spirited driver, and dash-mounted navi.
That last shot taken as he lead from pole-position off the line, again around the Imperial Palace. Raspy exhaust snarling at me as I leaned into the corner with him. A few days later, I again had to wash my eyes out, after seeing this Pious in my street.
Nearby, a local car park often sees a few late model workman cars. This day had two drifters parking next to each other.
Popular with the surfers, and notable as being my first car, a Westfalia was parked on the other side (avert eyes if you're aghast at non Japanese cars).
Popular in Japan Mini abound too.
Summer sky in Ginza.
Stopping for a smoke at the
shingo is a regular event in Tokyo. Stinks outside as well, even at 50km/h following. Seriously.
The guy on the right had the second biggest top-box I've seen in a while. I imagined him trying to lay it into the corners with it full of water and 20 fresh fugu. The guy on the left with the police avoiding license plate mounting style.
One of the great things about Japan, is there is no shame in anything. Whereas being a metrosexual in the UK or Aus would get pummelled for just walking out the door, in Japan you can grab your man-bag, don your best Gucci loafers, mount your gold Honda Monkey at slide off to work.
Even if you're a neo-Nazi, and spend your days shouting obscenities at 150dB at the police and foreigners, you get away with closing a whole intersection, bemusing the police, making an illegal U-turn, and coming back another day.
Rounding out this roll of film, was a very nicely dressed business man on his morning commute. Perhaps his usual Benz or Lexus was in the shop?
Neko (stuck on an another multi-hour conference call).
