Thursday, September 4, 2014

Interview: Rory Berg's 1967 Chevy Chevelle SS



By Jonathan Mellberg
photos by the author
Nova. Camaro. Corvette. El Camino. Chevelle.

It’s muscle. And it’s the sixties. The Pontiac GTO may have jump-started muscle car madness that would rally the nation and last nearly a decade, but Chevy had no trouble keeping up and would eventually produce some of the biggest, baddest, and brawniest four-wheeled street fighters ever. No Chevy was more popular than the Chevelle.

To be honest, the Chevelle’s first couple years were relatively tame ones. 1964 and 1965 came and went quietly  in terms of performance, but in 1966 Chevy caught up, releasing Chevelle SS models with more cubic inches and more standard power. ‘66 and ‘67 Chevelles were beautiful examples and are by far my favorite body styles. That being said, who couldn't love the 1970 Chevelle SS with its optional 454 cubic inch V8 that produced more factory horsepower than any other muscle car period: 450hp (this LS6 motor also produced 500lb-ft of torque). If the ’70 Chevelle SS 454 had been a weapon, it would’ve been a bazooka. But I’m getting a bit off track. I tend to do that…



Let’s rewind to 1967. It was a good year…





I’m not the only guy who’s loved this car. In 1967, Chevy sold nearly 370,000 Chevelles, according to OldRide.com. Incidentally, this was 50,000 more cars sold than Chevy’s Nova, El Camino, Camaro, and Corvette combined. Only minor changes accompanied ‘67 Chevelles over ’66 models, which had seen new body work and a 396 cubic inch V8 engine as the SS-model's sole armament. In both years the standard Chevelle SS 396 produced 325hp, with the top-tier, Turbo Jet-equipped L78 motor producing 375hp. And today I’m going to drive one such '67 Chevelle SS, equipped with the middle-tier L34 motor which originally produced 350hp but after some time at the gym (or a tuner’s shop) now produces 425hp.




The car itself isn’t a nostalgic trigger for me; I’m too young. The neighborhood where it resides, on the other hand, is painted with memories as colorful as the pine tree canopy above it. Years ago I used to ride through this particular winding street in Big Lake’s (MN) outer rim on my BMX bike, trampling through half-built split entry homes, weaving in and out of the stud-built frames and running around in the dirt-filled basements. But now the homes here are not only established, they’re 20-25 years old. Which brings us to long-time residents of this street (since 1996): Rory and Mary Berg of Big Lake, MN. Married for over 26 years and parents to Jordan (22) and Marissa (20), I first met Rory last spring while waiting for an oil change at the local Tiremaxx. As introduced by my wife Tate, Rory and Mary’s children were schoolmates of Tate. Small talk after the introductions inevitably turned to cars, which revealed Rory’s new toy: a 1967 Chevelle SS. It was only a couple months later Tate and I received an impromptu visit from Rory. I remember hearing the beast coming down the street. The rumble of the engine was proud and unmistakable. Rory took Tate and me for a ride, and, for a few brief moments on highway 10, let the Chevelle off the leash. And boy, did it run. And now, over a year later, I finally have a (good) reason to beg Rory to let me drive his car. I’m going to learn more about the man and his machine; and lord willing, I’ll experience this 1967 Chevelle SS firsthand. Seat belts will be required, and possibly a paper bag for hyperventilating…


Rory Berg's '67 Chevelle SS & Jordan Berg's '08 Mustang GT/CS


The Interview:

  1. When did you become interested in Muscle? When did your focus turn to the Chevelle?

Rory: I first became interested in muscle cars when my older brother Reedy (5 years older), bought his 1971 Chevelle Malibu when he was in high school. It was copper colored with a black vinyl top and had a 350 engine and automatic transmission in it. It wasn’t a Super Sport, or anything rare or special but it was a Chevelle. In South Dakota (where I’m from originally) you can drive on an instructional permit from 7 am to 7 pm when you’re 14 years old. When I turned 14, I knew right away what I wanted for my first car. It was 1977 and the muscle cars of the 60’s and early 70’s were plentiful and not that expensive as used cars.  A lot of my high school friends had Camaros, Chevelles, Trans Ams, Novas, Super Bees, 442’s, Chargers, Mustangs, you name it. Little did any of us know what we had at the time. My first car was 1969 Chevelle SS 396 that I paid $1300 for. The guy I bought it from worked at a local body shop and said part of the selling price was a new paint job any color I wanted. I said let’s make it candy apple red with pearl white stripes down the sides of the car between the door handles and key holes, which was an original/factory style stripe on the ‘69 Chevelle. I can still remember the day I got word it was done and I went out to the body shop after school to pick it up. It was gorgeous and I was on cloud 9. It also came with L60-14’s on the back and Keystone Klassic rims all the way around. It had a black vinyl interior with an automatic on the floor. I had it until I was 20 and then sold it for $3000 and broke even. Little did I know how much I would end up regretting selling that car someday.

"What do you expect a 14-year old boy with a car like that to do?!" Rory Berg

  1. If not the Chevelle, what else would you own? 

Rory: I wouldn’t mind owning a ‘69 or ‘70 Super Cobra Jet Mustang with the 428 and a 4 speed, or a Boss 429 Mustang. If I had the money, a ‘70 ‘Cuda with a 426 Hemi would also be nice.

"My favorite is still the Chevy family" Rory Berg (referring to his favorite muscle car brand)

  1. Are you strictly a Chevy guy? What other muscle do you like?

Rory: As far as owning I’ve been strictly a Chevy guy so far and have stuck to the Chevelles, but nowadays I like everything. Mainly I try to focus on the 1964-1970 cars but I love to look at everything.

  1. How did you come to own this car?

Rory: I went through a guy named Mike Crown out in Philadelphia who specializes in ‘66 and ‘67 Chevelles only. He knows everything about these cars and a ton of private sellers and buyers across the country. He has a website called Mystery Chevelle and that’s how I found him. I gave him my wish list for everything I was looking for and then he started sending me photos and descriptions with prices. He sent me a number of cars to look at and I ended up deciding on the ‘67 I bought. It was a good friend of his who owned it and he knew all of the history on it, etc. It was a New Hampshire car, so I paid to have it hauled back to MN in an enclosed trailer.

"I was thinking, I'll never get one" Rory Berg (referring to being able to one day own another Chevelle)

"Son of a b#tch!!" Pete, Rory's neighbor (upon seeing Rory's '67 Chevelle SS for the first time)

  1. Describe working on this car with your son (if this was the case).

Rory: I’ve really enjoyed getting Jordan involved in cars. This Chevelle had a frame-off restoration done to it in 2006 so it didn’t really need anything except for the personal touches I wanted to add (tires, rims, headers, gauges). Jordan has a 2008 Mustang GT/CS (California Special) as his first car that he bought a few years ago, he and I enjoy working on them together, getting them polished up, going to car shows, going cruising, it’s been a blast! We put a supercharger, long tube headers, x-pipe, and Flowmasters on his Mustang last summer which brought his horsepower up to around 550 HP.

  1. What (if any) future plans to you have for this car (the ’67 Chevelle)?

Rory: For my Chevelle, there’s really not a lot left that I want to do it, just a few things as of right now. I’m going to put a new sound system in it so I can play MP3’s and CD’s, all new speakers, and an amp so I have some good tunes to listen to while cruising. I’m also going to put a Hurst Competition Plus shifter in it so it shifts a little better, a new reverse switch so the reverse lights come on when I put it in reverse, some different shocks on the back to help it ride a little nicer, an aluminum radiator with electric fans to help keep it running cool when out cruising, and a new one-piece (to get rid of the seam) Essex carpet kit in the interior with new sound deadening insulation under the carpet, new sill plates, since the existing carpet is starting to show some wear.

  1. What’s your favorite aspect of owning this car?

Rory: Cruising and car shows are the most fun because wherever you go in this car people are smiling and giving you the thumbs up all the time. If you happen to stop anywhere like to gas up, etc., someone always comes over to talk about old cars which is great. Everyone has a story of their own cars and you can instantly strike up a conversation with anyone, and usually make a new friend very quickly. It’s a lot of fun to work on and polish, etc.; it’s my new hobby.

"It's funny how there are no walls" Rory Berg (on talking to total strangers about his car)

"I know why you bought this car..." Marissa Berg (upon realizing the positive reactions from people on the street as they drove in her father's Chevelle)

  1. And what’s your least favorite? 

Rory: I don’t know if there is a least favorite thing. They can obviously be very expensive to work on, and you always worry just a little bit when you’re out driving them that someone might run into you because they’re texting on their phone, etc.

  1. Did you ever think you’d own a car like this? How did you know?

Rory: I was starting to get a little worried as I sold my first Chevelle around the time I was 20 and it took me 30 years to get this one. Once you get married and have kids, etc., there’s not much disposable income left over, and you start to wonder if you’re ever going to have enough money to buy another one (especially as expensive as they are today). It took somewhat of a fluke for me to be able to afford this one.

  1. What advice do you have for fellow muscle enthusiasts, looking to own someday?

Rory: Do your research and learn everything you can about the type of car you want to own. There are a lot of old cars sold today under false pretenses and you have to be extremely careful when you’re going to spend a lot of money on a muscle car. I was lucky to have an expert on my side when I bought mine and his small fee was well worth it. It’s hard, but try to leave the emotion out of it when you’re looking at the cars. You may “fall in love” with a certain car, buy it, and then find out later it’s not what you thought it was. The old saying “let the buyer beware” certainly comes into play when buying an expensive old muscle car. If you do your homework, you won’t be disappointed.

After ninety minutes and ten questions, I’ve only one question left. It’s a question only I can answer; how does this ’67 Chevelle SS 396 drive? And so, we head out to the garage where both the Chevelle SS and Mustang GT-CS sit, both draped in their respective car covers. Rory carefully removes the Chevelle’s cover first. The flawless exterior is exposed, along with its vanity plate BLK MAJK (“Black Magic”); fitting, because this car is definitely black and most certainly magical. Adorned with SS badges and dripping in piano-black paint, a walk-around of the car reveals no nits to pick. From its just-for-show hood vents to its mirror-finish chrome Cragar wheels (Rory still has the stock wheels and tires), perfection is the easiest and most accurate descriptor for this car.

Rory climbs into the driver’s seat and cranks the ignition key. The first try fails to start the car. But the second attempt succeeds, and the engine’s introduction booms through the garage like a monstrous muscle car thunder-strike. The sound is mean and loud, and intoxicating. Rory eases into the throttle while still in neutral to warm the engine. Revs climb as the deep-breathing growl morphs into a hurried howl; reverberating through the garage certainly helps one appreciate such a noise. The Chevelle’s three-inch exhaust (preceded by Hooker headers) that ends just before the rear axle plays a hand in it too.




Rory takes Tate and me for a spin, first. His wife Mary and his son Jordan follow behind us in the Mustang GT-CS, Jordan piloting. It’s about ten miles through winding country before we hit the highway. And just outside of town we pull over and switch places. I climb into the vinyl bucket seat, notch it back to liberate some leg room, release the e-brake and pop the Chevelle into first gear. He we go...



Both the shifter and clutch require deliberate action, reminding you what kind of vehicle you’re commanding. Like a bully shoving you from behind, the Chevelle is unapologetic and brutish, just as God and Detroit intended. The ride is firm yet forgiving, and the big Chevelle corners much better than I expected. As my expectations (regarding muscle cars) had never been established before today, many aspects about the car’s ride and performance were enlightening. At seven months pregnant, my wife Tate had no ill words describing back seat comfort while Rory and I took turns from behind the wheel. Smooth-as-silk the shifter is not; and that’s the best part. While I wouldn’t want to be caught in stop-and-go traffic with this SS, the wrestle-with-it shifter is one of the car’s most boyish attributes (and I mean that as a compliment). That and the rip-snorting exhaust note that follows the car’s acceleration like a stalker. It’s tough driving at a steady speed because it’s so much fun to mash the throttle and tune in to that glorious muscle-car music behind your ears.

The Chevelle’s classic lines and jet-black finish are enough to make you forget there is an interior to the car as well. Inside you’ll find the upholstery covered in black vinyl. The dashboard is long, straight, and handsome, and the steering column is straddled by three big ol’ gauges which display revs, oil pressure, and water temperature. They do obscure most of the speedometer, which makes gauging current velocity sort of a guessing game; a fun guessing game. The four-speed transmission is a Richmond Super T-10; its shift lever prominently rises forth out of the center console, ready for duty and born out of chrome-plated steel. The rear bench is neat and understated, with plenty of room. The three-spoke steering wheel features a gloss-coated Walnut wheel (factory option), and the seat belts (if unused) neatly click in between the two front seats, side by side. There are ashtrays, crank windows, and a lack or air-conditioning. Aside from stints in rush hour traffic on ninety-degree summer days, this isn’t an issue.






We drive through the country and mosey on down to a local, oft-forgotten body of water called Birch Lake, where we park to take some pictures. The whole time Rory is crackin’ jokes: What if the e-brake or reverse gear fails and the Chevelle rolls straight down the boat launch into the water? And so I click my pictures with a certain bit of haste, for his sake. When finished we cruise on back to the Berg residence, and I’ll freely admit there’s a part of me that wanted to peg the throttle and keep on goin’ until the gas tank ran dry or until Rory could wrestle the car out of my control. Of course, that doesn’t happen. How could it? I’ve just experienced (first-hand!!) one of the coolest cars in my life, and got to drive it too. And I owe that all to Rory. That doesn’t mean I won’t occasionally dream of stealing his ’67 Chevelle SS. But that’s normal, right?







PS: Keeping multi-generational muscle in the family
As was mentioned earlier, Rory and Mary’s son, Jordan, has continued his father’s work by buying his own (modern) muscle car: a 2008 Ford Mustang GT/CS. The CS stands for California Special, a trim designation that originally appeared on select Mustangs in 1968. First resurrected for the ‘07-’09 model years, this modern California Special features a generous host of options including two-tone seats, special floor mats, CS-specific front and rear bumpers, 18” polished alloys, as well as the Shaker stereo system. Under the hood lies a 4.6Litre V8 good for 300hp. Mated to a five-speed manual transmission, Jordan’s Mustang GT/CS is surely quick. But this isn’t an ordinary Mustang. The first difference is easily evidenced as soon as the car starts; a distinct whistle emanates from under the hood, revealing a Procharger Stage II supercharger, expanding horsepower to a prodigious 550hp (469hp at the rear wheels, dyno-tested). Other upgrades include long-tube headers with an X-pipe, Flowmaster exhaust, aftermarket sequential tail lamps, and white Shelby-style racing stripes that go perfectly with the Vista blue paint. Not bad, Jordan; not bad at all.






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Monday, September 1, 2014

There goes my baby

By Jonathan Mellberg

My impending fatherhood hasn’t really hit me yet. We’ve got less than 6 weeks to go, and though I’ve felt my little daughter kick and punch dozens of times within her mama’s belly, I still don’t think I’ve fully realized we’ll have another person (a very small, very cute person) living with us come October.
*GULP*

(yeah, it's a pink Star Wars onesie with a Ferrari 288 GTO parked over it. What of it?)
 
My wife is the worry wart of our budding family. She worries about everything, and I worry about nothing. But that’s not really true. I worry; I just do it in secret. And ever since Tate got pregnant, that worry has grown a little more each day. I worry about her birth, her health, her walking and talking. I worry about her schooling, her activities, and her friends. But I also know that, at the end of the day, everything will be fine.
But, recently I let my worries fast-forward way out of reach: about fifteen years, to where little Miss Mellberg has passed her learner’s permit test. Cue the tragic music. Ugh, now I have to worry about this, too?! Who knows, in fifteen years we could all be zipping around in hover cars; or, it’s very possible that automotive autonomy will cast a prevalent shadow over the transportation landscape.

Assuming the above scenarios haven’t come to fruition yet, the actual hurdles will be getting our daughter a car and of course, teaching her to drive. Let’s tackle the car first; I don’t have enough words in me to describe what it’ll take to teach her how to drive. As for the car; my first car was a 1991 Red Chevy Lumina with a cheap paint job that looked decent when I bought the car from my parents for $1500. I bought it in 2001 when I was 16 years old. If we mirror my experience for our daughter, the assumption will be that we’ll help her somehow get her hands on a 10-year old car once she’s ready. So, if baby Mellberg is born in the fall of 2014 that means that by 2029/2030 she’ll be ready for a car. And if we’re going with a 10-year old car, we’ll be looking at around a 2019 model. While the Chevy Lumina died out long ago, the Chevy Malibu is still alive and kickin’ (some would say unfortunately) and has more or less replaced the Lumina. By 2019 the Malibu will be due for a mid-cycle refresh, if not an all-out new model, but for arguments sake we’ll assume it’ll look and feel like a current 2014 Malibu.

What will her car have that mine didn’t? It’ll be safer, for sure, with full ABS at all four wheels, possible lane departure warning technology, lots more airbags, and a government-mandated backup camera (as of 2017 in the US). Good, I feel better already. Fuel economy will definitely trump my old, thirsty V6 Lumina. The current (and assumedly future 2019 model) Malibu features engine start-stop technology to aid in fuel sipping, and the Malibu only offers a four-cylinder engine. This 2.5Litre inline-four makes a stout 196hp (waaaaay more than the Lumina’s 160hp V6 engine) and swaps gears using a six-speed automatic transmission. There is also a turbo I-4 option that makes 259hp; my daughter will not be getting that. And the price difference? Well, I don’t know how to calculate for inflation and all that crap, but it appears my old Lumina retailed for around $15,280 (in 2-door Euro Sport trim). Today’s 2014 Malibu starts at $22,340 (LS trim). The car comes standard with a host of options that my Lumina hadn’t even dreamed of, like a CD/MP3 player and front bucket seats (mine was a bench). I would say that the new Malibu’s full power (locks, windows, steering, brakes) and cruise control were a step ahead of mine, but the Lumina had them as well. But I’ll bet a base model Lumina from 1991 probably didn’t. Options like navigation and Bluetooth connectivity also weren’t around in my day. Good thing, too. If my daughter is anything like every other woman under thirty with a driver’s license, she’ll divide her time behind the wheel between watching the road and watching her cell phone. That is, until I catch her.
 
If your imagination cannot conjure up what the old '91 Lumina looked like, I have attached a link to help paint a picture (not that you'll regret not looking)
 
And for those who would like to see the current 2014 Chevy Malibu in the flesh, I invite you to the link below.
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photo by the author

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Test Drive: Tesla Model S

By Jonathan Mellberg
Photos by the author
I don’t want to understand you, Tesla. But something tells me that one day I’ll have to. Something tells me this isn’t a fad; and in the interest of looking to the future (not to mention attempting to bury some very negative preconceptions) I think a proper introduction is in order.


A cursory glance on Tesla’s website shows Tesla galleries (showrooms), stores, and service centers sprinkled all across the country (save for some yet unpopulated or unpopular areas). Their red icons dot the emerald map like an epidemic of major zero-emissions proportions. I didn’t realize there were already so many places you could buy a car from a company that has only ever offered two models (future Model X and Model 3 notwithstanding). And that’s just in the US; Europe looks even more pock-ish. Only Asia appears barely on the radar, with one store established in both China and Japan (with more on the way). Green Hell, there’s even a Tesla store in Hawaii.



I’d like to take a moment to plow through some of the more subjective aspects about the Tesla, mainly its styling. Yeah, it’s a good looking car, kind of the way the last Hyundai Genesis sedan was a good looking car. But, like the Genesis, should your casual glance linger long enough to lend scrutiny you’d notice the Model S (the four-door model currently on sale) appears to exhibit no defining attributes. For instance, it took me a dozen drive-by glances in seeing the Model S on public roads before I could distinguish it from the current Jaguar XJ’s front end. And the rear end looks like a futuristic version of Mitsubishi’s Gallant (or, very similar to Hyundai’s last-gen Sonata). The Model S’s side profile is the most handsome but it still instills a whiff of cookie-cutter design that leaves it decidedly without a concrete identity. And yes, we all know it’s fully electric, but did they have to fully cap the entire front grill area? It looks like a piece that’s intended to be removed but never is, though I bet it has something to do with the Model S being one of the most aerodynamic cars ever. The Model S belongs in one of those 30-years-from-now futuristic movies where everyone dresses in the same clothes and drives the same cars. But if the present day is anything, it’s diverse, which is why the Model S blends into the crowd so easily. But then again, maybe they designed it that way on purpose. Because no matter how wild the exterior is, it pales to what’s underneath the hood. Wait a minute, what is underneath the hood?


Wherever it lies, the truly exciting personality trait of the Model S is its mode of propulsion. Connected to a hefty, state-of-the-art lithium-ion battery pack, this Tesla drives completely free of fossil fuels. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s fast as hell. The base Model S features a 60-kWh battery pack good for a 208-mile range, 302hp, 0-60mph in 5.9 seconds, and a top speed of 120mph. Upgrade to the 85-kWh battery and your range increases to 265 miles, horsepower increases to 362, 0-60mph times drop by half a second, and the top speed notches up by 5mph. There is also a performance variant of the same 85-kWh battery that does nothing for increasing range but instead dials up the velocity and power: 0-60mph in 4.2 seconds (3.9 seconds according to Motor Trend magazine), 416hp, and a top speed of 130mph. Damn, this thing sounds fast, not to mention fun (despite a hefty 4600 curb weight). Starting prices for each trim/tier level are as such, $69,900, $79,900, and $93,400. Ouch! These prices don’t include the $7500 tax credit and any other credits you may be eligible for; but still…

the 17" do-all touch screen is standard

Innovation really is the muscle behind Tesla’s punch. Everything about the car (aside from its less-than-inspired exterior styling) proudly shouts “Ha! Look at what I can do!” This is evidenced by the Model S’s retractable door handles, its 17” does-everything touch screen, and it’s fully electric powertrain. There’s no “engine start” button (the car just knows), and you can surf the web while driving (obviously not recommended). You can also option the car to include a 3rd row for child seats in the hatch area. Tesla cars can update their software via WIFI while charging at home, no dealer visit required. There are multiple ways and various areas to charge the car, and there are also ways to speed up the charging, including the “Supercharger” charging stations, which are strategically placed along road trip worthy areas, where you can charge a range worth 170 miles in 30 minutes. Oh yeah, and the Superchargers are free (after your Model S is appropriately equipped).


Back to the website; gosh-dangit if this isn’t the coolest auto website I’ve ever been on then I don’t know what is. Teslamotors.com is fully armed with all the info one needs to learn more about their brand and ascertain whether E-travel is really for you. The website is loaded with FAQ’s and really knows what the public must be thinking and asking themselves. After spending what probably equated to hours on the site, I can’t really think of anything else to ask that could be answered by Tesla, such as “How’s this thing gonna hold up ten years from now…” That line of questioning remains academic at best; for now.


But what about real-world experience? For that I again used the magnificent Tesla website. I found a link to schedule a test drive. I filled in the basic info and off the request went. About an hour later I received a phone call. My iPhone said the number originated from Palo Alto(CA)… I wonder who this could be? And within five minutes a very nice gentleman had my test drive scheduled.

the Tesla Model S key/fob

Within a couple days it was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and I took an extended lunch break to drive down to my local Tesla dealer (and by local I mean the only one in the six-state area; lucky for me it wasn’t even ten miles from work) to see what this Model S was really all about. Finding the dealer was not unlike finding a needle in a haystack. The Tesla “dealer” (if that’s what you want to call it) it very inconspicuously nestled within a lackluster industrial park. You’re sure to spot semi tractors loading their trailers before seeing a silent Tesla roll by. But I finally found the Tesla Dealer; its front facade represented by one all-glass, tall garage door, with the Tesla sign above it (the service entrance was on a different wall around the corner). Out front sat no other inventory than two Model S demo vehicles. There is no ready supply of Tesla vehicles to choose from. If you like it, you order it. That’s it.


The interior of the Tesla store was not unlike an Apple store: sparse, white, quiet, and clean. A young man named J.P. approached me and proceeded to give me a one-on-one tour of their show floor example: a Tesla Model S Sport Plus (the best, fastest, and most expensive Model S to choose from). Most of what he showed me I already knew. But a few of the new bits of info were: the car features only two buttons in the entire vehicle, one for the glove box and one for the hazard lights. All (and I mean all) other functions are controlled by the giant 17” touchscreen, from steering heft, to making phone calls, to a back-up camera which you can leave on permanently while driving (like a second rearview mirror). I also learned know to use the Wii-like charging wand with the car. Nifty. I learned that there is a front trunk as well as a rear trunk. I learned that the car had optional Nappa leather. Cool.

fully digital dashboard screen

And then it was time to drive. After brief instructions on how to start the car (yes, they are needed), I turned the vehicle ON with J.P. in the passenger seat. The electric motor makes nary a sound. The vehicle is simply on. The dash lights up, as does the massive touch screen. Using the stubby little arm on the steering wheel column I shift into drive and away we roll. Up until this point there isn’t anything wholly different about this car. I’ve driven a few hundred Prius vehicles before and I know how silent propulsion feels. We pull out onto a frontage road and J.P. encourages me come to a complete stop. “Punch it,” he says, so I do. Holy cow! Damn, is this thing fast! No muss, no fuss, just instant grip and a seemingly unstoppable surge of pure electric torque marches us down the straight with alarming velocity. Sure, it may “only” go 0-60mph in 5.4 seconds, but I’ve never felt 5.4 seconds come so quickly. Whoooo-wee! From then on it’s all about the acceleration, which for me is by far the Tesla’s greatest character trait. Not the 17” touch screen, and certainly not the zero-emissions carbon foot print. Without the amusement park ride acceleration, the Tesla would be nothing more than a unique, fancy car. But with its speed it becomes the king of sleepers; how often do you think it’s approached at a stop light by some gas-revving butthead in a Honda Civic Si expecting to serve the Tesla its humiliation papers, only to have the Tesla (very quietly) leave the Honda in its rearview mirror. Probably a lot.


Of course, I’m probably missing the point of owning a Tesla. This became apparent to me when J.P. fully confessed he wasn’t a car guy upon uttering “the gasoline engine is just so antiquated”. (Excuse me?!)  I just smiled and agreed; after all, I wasn’t there to pick a fight. There is no fight. Gas-fed motor cars surely account for 99.99% of all autos ever created. And gas is going nowhere soon. Does the Tesla making a compelling argument? You bet it does: zero emissions, immediate and substantial power, luxurious accommodations, sports car-like handling, and an ample warranty to boot? Where’s the downside? Other than a $70K asking price, there is none, unless you believe charging your car for 6 hours every 300 miles isn’t your definition of an inconvenience (Superchargers aside: we all know that most Tesla owners won’t be close enough to any of these locations to routinely charge their autos each time they’re low on juice).


Is the Tesla Model S amazing? Absolutely. Do I want one? Sure; if this were another world, and I were another Mellberg. It’s true that the silent surge of instantaneous torque has a very Tron-like attraction. But then I think back to this summer’s Car Craft experience, where my wife recorded all these magnificent, loud, and fully gas-powered muscle cars as they obnoxiously rumbled by us on the streets. And it’s then I realize there’s nothing I want more than that.
But, ask me again in ten years and we’ll see if my answer changes…


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Monday, August 25, 2014

Boring, no more

By Jonathan Mellberg
Volvos are boring. They just are. If the automotive world were colored, Volvo’s color would be beige. A very boring beige. Not that boring is all that bad. Between hittin' the club all night or staying at home and binge-watching movies on Netflix, I’d pick the comfortingly boring staying at home, 95% of the time. But it's nice to have that other 5% as an option, now and again.

(I don't know the age of this Volvo, I only know that it's old)

Boring though they are, I’ve been a continued fan of Volvo’s shall-we-say restrained design aesthetics since the late 90’s. Volvo style has further advanced since the late 2000’s and the brand was even smart enough to capitalize on the wildly popular “Twilight” film franchise by inserting cameo appearances of various Volvo’s throughout the five-film franchise. Or maybe that was a huge mistake, because now I can’t picture a Volvo C30 without also thinking about the dreamy vampire known as Edward. Damnit.

(Volvo S60 from the unfortunate film Twilight: Breaking Dawn)

Volvo has peppered its past with a few limited, sporty variants of its otherwise exciting-as-oatmeal staples, such as the S60 and V70. With the “R” suffix, Volvo gave us the S60R and V70R (my favorite), which were snappy looking, all-wheel drivin’, turbo-spooled grocery getters that surely surprised their fair share of BMW owners at the occasional traffic light. And if that small window of excitement is anything to savor and hope for again from the Swedish brand known for safety, then we are all in for a very special treat.
 
Volvo V70R

Enter Polestar. Don’t ask me how to pronounce it; I only know what it means for Volvo. It means lots of speed, power, and a continuance in using all-wheel drive to propel its otherwise unassuming Volvos right past your Subaru WRX, Mitsubishi EVO, etc. Don’t like Volvos? Quit hatin’; speed is speed, power is power. I'm still ingesting the arrival of electric cars, but that doesn't mean the four-door Tesla Model S can't rocket to 60mph in under four seconds. It’s amazing that so many gearheads are so very prejudiced toward so many cars, me included. But that’s changing. I’m changing. And though it didn’t start with the Polestar Volvos, they’re sure helping.
 
Polestar Volvos

Fresh to the market in extremely limited production, the Polestar S60 and Polestar V60 are nothing like your “I'm safe, boring, and beige” current Volvo (though to be clear, they are still extremely safe) but rather like Swedish meatballs possessed (emphasis on balls): fresh, exciting Rebel Blue paint lets the cars shout “Hey! I’m faster than you and still three times as safe!” (they are also available in Black Sapphire metallic). And faster they are. Try these stats out for kicks: 345 horsepower, 0-60 in 4.7 seconds, and an electronically limited top speed of 155mph. Aside from dealing with people’s knee-jerk reaction when you tell them your hotrod is a Volvo, there is one other downside; only 120 examples of these twin Swedes will land on American soil. So you’d be safe to assume that the next time a Volvo shames your Jaguar, it’ll be a Polestar S60 or V60.
Volvo Polestar S60
Volvo Polestar V60


Volvo Polestar S60



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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Year of 1984

The 1984 Ferrari 288 GTO
(also known as my absolute favorite car)
By Jonathan Mellberg

Surely, you must think me full of it, choosing such an illustrious auto as my all-time favorite. Admittedly, sometimes even I wonder if my subconscious is responsible for steering me toward such an obvious example of not only the precursor to a glorious bloodline of Ferrari supercars, but a car that still bathes in an overflowing pool of love and adoration from car junkies like me. But I think there’s more to my obsession that just obviousness; and I’m going to prove it to you.
And like any good tale, there’s a backstory. My love of Ferrari was sparked roughly 20 years ago when my father made me a wooden box frame clock that featured a picture of a red Ferrari sitting atop an empty concrete parking garage. That red Ferrari, as it turns out, was a 288 GTO. I’ve loved it ever since.

Ferrari 288 GTO

When I finally grew up (a questionable distinction even today) I stumbled upon the knowledge (somewhere along the way) that the 288 GTO was not only rare, not only beautiful, and not only mean, but it was powerful. Incredibly powerful. And here I was half-mistaking it for a Ferrari 308 for the longest time; understandable, as the 288 is loosely based on the 308. And by loosely based I mean that if the 308 were a private in the army, the 288 GTO would be its black-ops SEAL cousin.

288 GTO

The more I learned the storied history of this elusive and rarefied hyper-exotic, the more I loved it. I felt like this car was all mine. Nobody knew what it was, and nobody loved it as much as me (delusional, I know). Sure, I have other favorites like the Testarossa (the original and the revival), and the F40. Ah, the F40; another super-mean, super-fast exotic that broke the 200mph barrier and became Ferrari’s first halo car. It’s a tradition that’s continued ever since with successors like the F50, the Enzo, and culminating with perhaps the most sophisticated and powerful Ferrari ever (not to mention Maranello’s first hybrid), the LaFerrari. And every time one of these four-wheeled gods is mentioned, I can’t help beaming with a sort of pseudo-parental pride, because their existence, all of them, can be traced back to one car: the 288 GTO. My car.

288 GTO

I’ve always enjoyed rare cars. Sure, I love '70 SS Chevelles; but I’d rather get my mitts on a ’69 Yenko Nova (less than 40 were built and could zip to 60mph in less than four seconds according to Don Yenko himself). I love the angrily purposeful C5 Corvette Z06, but I’d rather take ownership of the maroon, 50th anniversary Corvette with the Targa roof and magnesium wheels. Why should my rule of rarities be any different for my favorite brand? Sure, I love the current Ferrari California (I even got my picture taken in the driver’s seat during my bachelor party in Vegas), but at over 10,000 units sold, it ain’t exactly a low-volume seller; not for Ferrari. In fact, it's just the opposite. On the other hand, Ferrari birthed less than 275 examples of their homologation-specific boy racer, the 288 GTO. It used the 308 GTB’s 3.0 V8 but was de-bored to 2.8 liters to meet Group B racing specificity. Fitted with twin turbochargers, the 288 made a heart-palpitating 400hp and 366lb-ft of torque. Its race-ready nature was never fully exploited as Group B racing suffered two deaths in 1986 and the race class was disestablished, meaning every 288 GTO built was headed for the streets instead. You might call that a silver lining. The 288 GTO was good for 0-60 blasts in under five seconds and was the first production car to hit 300kph (or in proper measurements, 189mph). It could reach 0-125mph in fifteen seconds flat. As raucous as the 288 was, its evil twin the 288 GTO Evoluzione made the standard GTO look like Dr. Jekyll. Of the five built, the Evoluzione packed 650hp, weighed just over 2000 pounds, had extensive aerodynamic cladding and rocketed all the way to a top speed of 225mph. It also served as the missing link (perhaps visually the most) between the 288 GTO and its inevitable replacement: the formidable Ferrari F40. Impressed yet? You damn-well better be!

288 GTO

But the 288 GTO and I have more in common than you may realize. Both of us materialized in 1984. That means we both turned 30 this year. Surely the 288’s birthday was more celebrated than mine, as it should be. Because the more things change (I’m talkin’ at you, LaFerrari), the more they stay the same. Sure, the LaFerrari costs $1.X million, sure it has a combined output of 950hp, and sure, it’s technically a hybrid (a Ferrari attribute more rare than turbocharging), but in reality, and within the scope of modern-day 2014, it’s just another state-of-the-art halo car built to decimate all other current contenders. And that’s pretty much what the 288 GTO did in 1984.

Ferrari 288 GTO Evoluzione

So, there’s only one thing left to do. Before I die (and hopefully, whilst I’m still writing blogs to you, dear readers) I will find a 288 GTO. I will gaze upon its beauty, touch it, kiss it, try not to drool on it, sit in the driver’s seat, breathe in its exhaust –anything I can do to experience this car. Because hey, it’s my all-time favorite car, and that's what normal people do.


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