Text and photo: Erol Orhun

It’s a little brother to McLaren’s legacy from the entire F1 world as well as the predecessor, McLaren F1!

Niklas’ fingers were almost blue, and his hair followed the direction of the strong wind.

Text: Fascinating Cars and Jimmy Eriksson

My “Corvair Story” began in June of 1963. My family had been a Chevrolet family, and my Mother had just acquired a four-door, metallic blue 1962 Corvair for family use. It was then that I began to long for not just a Corvair, but a Corvair Spyder. It arrived in June of 1963, the day after High School graduation: 150 HP, turbo-charged, Palomar Red, black bucket seats, and a four-speed, complete with chrome rims.

In the heart of Miami’s culture quarter lies a magically dreamy shop for car and music enthusiasts.

As a teen, I used to spend a big part of my summers with my grandparents on the other side of the country, which meant traveling to and from all day by train. That meant I needed something to eat and drink on the train, and since the restaurant car had ridiculously high prices for everything, I always brought my own snacks — typically some candy, a tube of Pringles (Sour Cream and Onion), and soda. My grandparents spent practically all summer at the cabin in the middle of nowhere and only came to “the civilization” twice a week to buy groceries and do laundry. (The cabin had running water, but it came from a well, and during summers, there was always a risk of running out of drinking water, so laundry was done in town.)

This is a 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air sedan. She was built in Baltimore, Maryland and came from the factory with the 220 horsepower “Power Pack” 283 V-8 with dual exhaust and Powerglide transmission.