Monthly Archives: February 2010

PLASTIC PLANET

We zijn omgeven door plastic. De wel erg goed gecaste Amerikaan aan het einde van de trailer is daar het bewijs van. Een kleurrijk beeld dat het meest succesvolle materiaal van de afgelopen eeuw van alle kanten belicht. Plastic Planet, een kritisch verhaal dat de kijker zou moeten overtuigen om de PET fles links te laten liggen. Verplichte kost voor de jongens uit Bergen op Zoom? Zelf heb ik de film nog niet gezien, maar binnenkort in een theater near me, terwijl op de tube al het een en ander te zien is.

Cilinder Party: introducing the ‘CFX | Cilinder Index’

Gisteren, onder het genot van een paar biertjes, tijd lang gesproken met m'n zwager Jeroen die enkele jaren heeft gewoond en gewerkt in the US of A. Hij vertelde me van het intrigerende fenomeen 'Cilinder Party'. Dit betreft samenkomsten van (on)volwassen mannen met een gezonde dorst naar benzine. Ze zijn herkenbaar aan de badge die ze dragen met daarop vermeld hun naam en twee getallen. Het ene getal staat voor alle cilinders die ze tijdens hun leven hebben bezeten, of die nu hebben toebehoord aan motorfietsen, brommers, kettingzagen, lawn mowers, auto's of vliegtuigen. Het andere getal staat voor het aantal cilinders dat ze nu nog in bezit hebben. Zo heb je onmiddelijk een gespreksonderwerp (vooral natuurlijk als de getallen 'larger than life' zijn).

Mijn getallen zijn helaas niet zo indrukwekkend; gevolg van langdurige, 'arme' studententijd en het feit dat ik iha. lang doe met mijn cilinders. Ben nu eenmaal een sentimentele ziel.

Mijn badge zou er zo uitzien: 

CCI badge
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LIFE ON MARS

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My opinion has changed. The four wheelers that rattle through the inner cities look out of place; cafe posers from another planet.

But these days I discover the true qualities of quads. And yes, it might have to do with the fact that it is me that has landed on another planet.

We have enjoyed the "summer in the winter" at Fuerte Ventura for a couple of days. Now it is time to sign up for a slightly different exploration of the volcanic island.


The good thing about rental cars is that you don't own them and most of the time they come pre-dented. Nevertheless it is still a challenge to get a reasonable speed out of the little four potters, especially when you are winding heavy gravel roads to find that perfect surf spot. We leave the climatised comfort zone of our Polo and head up to the cramped box office of the local x-trailers. After signing the usual papers with tiny letters we find ourselves sitting on the whirling contraptions. The instructions are brief; brake, another brake and ,most important, the thumb gas lever. "Have fun guys, but no rocks, right?!"


Four hours of sheer fun follow, trailing the hidden paths, volcano sites and dunes of Fuerte Ventura. Could this be Life on Mars? Although we have to follow our african guide as a convoy we quickly find out that there is more in racing than overtaking. Uli drives in front of me as he displays the first power drift of the day. Many will follow, increasing in length and drama. These machines are fantastic! With speeds well beyond 80 km/h we dust through the landscape, circling around the stones on our path.

It is at lunch time that we find out the "no rocks" part of the instructions did not apply to avoiding stones themselves, but more with the way we have dealt with it so far.


No drifts, no fun. During the second half of our trip we use every possible alibi to get the fat tires into spin. Driving quads is a drug. We come home with a brown tan, out of thick dust that is. That same night Floris and I experience a cold turkey and decide to go back the next day. We try to make a deal with our guide: "we want to go for the two hours trip, but you can leave the touristic bullshit out of it, speed is what we crave for!" The man, dressed in authentic african style, smiles. "I knew you guys will come back for more, don't worry you will have fun! relax."


Unfortunately our need for speed is disturbed by the unexperienced rest of the group. In the first bend, the first Italian tourist decides to go straight ahead into the stones. At the first touristic stop Floris and I get the sign. "I promised you will have fun!" We trail off with full throttle, leaving a long tail of dust behind us. In the broken rear mirror a can see the beginners taking pictures of  the "wonderful volcano panorama".


More impressions at the other channel after the bleep.

2.4 S

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A colleague of mine at Kiska found this car a few years ago and after a small photoshoot we got into talking about it's history. Despite looking like a wreck, this is one of the most desirable classic 911's amongst collectors because it's a '72 2.4S, which was the only production year that featured the oil filler cap on the right rear quarter panel.

The story behind it's demise and rediscovery is a bit of a mystery. In 1976 it was put in a barn with only 48k KM on it. It was left there until 1986 at which point it was moved outside. Soon after this a tree fell on it and crushed it. I found the car in Milan in 2008 in a terrible state, along with the passport of this mysterious girl that must have left it in the glove box. The girl who owned it was only 18 when she got the 2.4S and nobody knows what happened to her or why she hid the car away in the garage. 


Marc Ischepp

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