The Aston Martin LMDH/Hypercar program launch is what we’ve all been waiting for and what really matters will be underneath the bonnet. They will be running the naturally aspirated Cosworth V12 derived from the Valkyrie “road” car, which will undoubtedly rev to at least 10k+ RPM’s. That’s a sentence out of a 1989 Road and Track write up. While all of the new Hyper/LMDH cars sure as hell look the part, most of the sounds have been understandably docile. AMR is making the dream come true. Have a listen:

The car market is frustrating. Websites like Bring a Trailer have caused all modern petrolheads to abuse their dopamine systems and we’re living in a time of constant flex and criticism. My advice for those who want to stay excited and enthused about cars is to limit that shit as much as you can. Consider endless auction and never ending day dreams to be somewhat toxic. I recently have been a lot more careful about over consuming cheap automotive thrills via blue lit screens and have become much more appreciative of so much more. These things are designed to hook us in and always leave us wanting more and I think if we can control the dosage we can protect our precious reward systems and boyish enthusiasm. This could obviously apply to many aspects of modern life, and the love for cars is no different. After all, the mystery and the chase is the best part!

The following here might take the cake as the best in period Group B video on the internet. The reporter smoking while she conducts interviews. Marku Alen speaking fluent Italian and having all of the control arms on his car especially labeled with his last name. So much more all in great high quality restored footage. 10/10, must watch:

Finally, our weekly musing column would not be complete without a driving song recommendation. I’ve got a lot to give here but for today I have to kick it off with one that never seems to get old. I will also share the lyrics below because I think that’s an extremely underrated portion of Steve Marriott’s brilliance. Fire this one up as you accelerate onto the on ramp, with an afternoon full of good times ahead. This song brings me to a place where I am a 70’s racing driver on holiday, driving to the coast with my old lady’s arm ’round me as I drive and my dog taking in the summer breeze in the backseat.

The Stones inspired harmonies are brilliant. Enjoy and remember, “The best way to success is a proud, fierce woman and a jar of whiskey”

Well Shakey Jack is 103
Still strong as Hickory
Swigs of mountain dew was his release
I know his only fear was country vulgar cold and clear
Throughout the day he’d booze and keep the peace
He knows the best way to success
Is a proud fierce woman and a jar of whiskey
Someway however you can
It’s all right by me
Well I’d stake my claim but my mule got lame
How lucky can a poor boy be
Don’t you know that some bum
Stole my pig pet
Don’t ask me how he gets in this fix
But I’d sure like to play some licksy game
‘Cause I earn my pay and park it all on me
There’s my brown dog barking
There’s my landlord humming
Soh! Yerr! Someway whatever you name
Its all right by me
Well I’d cut my corn
But my blade got torn
How lucky can a poor boy be
Soh! Yer! Someway whatever you name
It’s all right by me
Well I’d cut my corn
How lucky can a poor boy be

Have a great weekend everyone!