The 612 Scaglietti is the odd man out in the mid 00s Ferrari line up. It doesn't quite strike a pose like the F430, It's not a flat out monster like the 599 either. The name doesn't roll of the tongue and in this color, you may not remember it after the next stop light. Oddly enough, that's why I like it so much. This is a road trip MONSTER. The 612 is one of the most understated grand tourers in Ferrari’s history, quietly blending elegance with performance in a way that often escapes the spotlight. Unlike the flashier, more aggressive models from Maranello, the 612 adopts a subtler, more refined aesthetic—with smooth, flowing lines and proportions that pay homage to classic Ferrari design without screaming for attention. Beneath its reserved exterior lies a naturally aspirated V12 engine derived from the Enzo, delivering raw power with grace and composure. It offers seating for four, a rarity in the brand’s lineup, making it as practical as it is potent. Over time, the 612 has become a hidden gem among enthusiasts—an example of how Ferrari can balance maturity and muscle without the need for flamboyance.

The 1967 Volkswagen Type 2 — or as it's affectionately known, the Microbus, Kombi, or "that van your cool uncle never really moved out of." This was the last year before VW started tinkering with the formula, making it the holy grail for purists and free spirits who think seatbelts are a government conspiracy. With its split windshield, air-cooled engine wheezing out just enough horsepower to keep up with ambitious cyclists, and more windows than a suburban McMansion, the ’67 Type 2 is less a vehicle and more a vibe. It didn’t just move people — it moved *movements*. Peace, love, and a whole lot of downshifting.

The 2003 GT3: Porsche’s way of saying, “We gave you airbags, but don’t get too comfortable.” It’s the kind of car that skips the small talk and gets straight to the point — raw, mechanical, unapologetically loud, and blissfully free of anything that might distract you from the job of *driving*. No turbos, no PDK, no nonsense — just a naturally aspirated flat-six screaming its opera through a six-speed manual while you try to pretend your palms aren’t sweating. It’s a track car that somehow convinced the DMV it was street-legal, and every bump, rattle, and whine just reminds you that Porsche once built cars for lunatics, not luxury influencers.

The 1993 Range Rover Classic: a glorious paradox on wheels — equal parts country estate and countryside breakdown. This was Land Rover at its most charmingly conflicted, blending gentleman’s club luxury with tractor-like engineering, all wrapped in a boxy silhouette that screams aristocratic indifference. It came with leather, wood trim, and just enough electronics to remind you that optimism is a British trait. Driving one today is less about transportation and more about embracing a lifestyle: one where reliability is relative, fuel economy is theoretical, and every drive feels like an expedition — even if it's just to the farmer’s market.

The BMW Z8 is, without question, one of the most breathtaking roadsters ever produced. With its clean lines, sculpted bodywork, and perfectly balanced proportions, it stands as a masterclass in automotive design—elegant, muscular, and utterly timeless. There's a sense of occasion every time you see one, and that presence translates beautifully through the lens. I've had the privilege of photographing several Z8s over the years, and each shoot has felt like capturing a piece of rolling sculpture. That said, up until this point, I hadn't had the opportunity to shoot an Alpina Z8. While I typically gravitate toward cars that offer a razor-sharp, go-kart-like driving experience—where every input is immediate and visceral—I can't help but be drawn to the idea of a refined open-top grand tourer. There's something incredibly appealing about a machine that blends effortless power with long-distance comfort, especially when it’s cloaked in such an exquisite form. The Alpina V8 Roadster, with its smooth automatic gearbox, softer suspension, and more relaxed demeanor, transforms the Z8 into something more mature—less of a back-road brawler and more of a continent-crushing cruiser. To me, that's the beauty of the Z8 platform: it straddles two worlds with grace. Whether you're carving through mountain switchbacks or floating along a coastal highway with the sun setting behind you, it delivers a uniquely emotional experience. And when a car looks this good standing still, it hardly matters what speed you’re going. The thought of capturing the Alpina’s subtle differences—the slightly different stance, the unique wheels, the more understated interior detailing—has me genuinely excited. It’s a rare car, but one that deserves its time in front of the camera.

The 2019 Porsche 935 is a modern tribute to the legendary 935/78, affectionately known as "Moby Dick" for its long tail and dominant presence on the track. Introduced in 1976, the original 935 was a turbocharged, rear-engine powerhouse that dominated Group 5 racing, clinching victories at Le Mans, Daytona, and Sebring. Fast forward to 2018, and Porsche unveiled a limited-edition homage based on the 991 GT2 RS, blending retro styling with contemporary performance. With only 77 units produced, this 700-horsepower beast features design elements reminiscent of its predecessors, including LED taillights from the 919 Hybrid and titanium tailpipes echoing the 1968 908/01. Recently, I had the privilege of capturing this automotive masterpiece on a private airstrip nestled in Texas' Hill Country. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the 935's silhouette against the vast Texas sky was nothing short of cinematic. The car's aggressive stance and throaty exhaust note turned the tranquil countryside into a symphony of speed and power. Now, this rare gem is live on Bring a Trailer, offering enthusiasts a chance to own a piece of Porsche history. With its blend of vintage flair and modern engineering, the 2019 935 is a testament to Porsche's enduring legacy and commitment to performance.

The 1931 Pierce-Arrow Model 43 Dual Cowl Phaeton was a striking example of American luxury and craftsmanship during the early Depression-era. Known for its elegant styling and superior build quality, the Model 43 featured a long, imposing body with flowing fenders and a signature archer hood ornament that symbolized the brand’s prestige. The dual cowl design—where a second windshield protected rear passengers—enhanced both comfort and exclusivity, making it a favorite among affluent clientele. Under the hood, it was powered by a robust straight-eight engine, delivering smooth and quiet performance that was a hallmark of Pierce-Arrow engineering. As one of the last truly independent American luxury automakers before being absorbed in the mid-1930s, Pierce-Arrow's 1931 Model 43 remains a prized collector's car, embodying the peak of pre-war elegance and innovation.

The 2020 Ford GT is what happens when a blue-collar brand shows up to a black-tie supercar gala in a carbon-fiber tux and steals the spotlight. With a twin-turbo V6 that snarls like it’s had one too many espressos and styling sharper than a Ginsu knife, it’s America’s middle finger to European elitism—delivered at 216 mph. Sure, it costs as much as a small private island, but when you're this fast and this furious, who needs real estate?

The 2001 Ferrari 360 is the automotive equivalent of an Italian espresso—sharp, stylish, and guaranteed to make your heart race. With its mid-engine V8 screaming like Pavarotti at full throttle and a body penned by Pininfarina during what must’ve been a divine creative bender, the 360 doesn’t drive—it performs. Sure, the F1 transmission can be a bit temperamental, like a moody opera star, but that’s part of the charm. It's a car that turns heads, raises pulses, and reminds you that practicality is for people who don't believe in soul.

The C6 427 Corvette is like that grizzled gym rat who still bench-presses Buicks and makes younger muscle cars feel insecure. Packing the legendary 7.0L LS7 under the hood—borrowed straight from the Z06—it’s a convertible that laughs in the face of wind resistance and politely suggests you hold onto your toupee. It's loud, unapologetic, and built for the kind of person who thinks traction control is just a polite suggestion. This isn’t just a Vette—it’s the last of the big-cube brutes with a soft top and a steel spine.

The 2023 BMW M8 Competition Convertible is less of a car and more of a velvet-wrapped sledgehammer. It’s a 617-horsepower land missile with quilted leather seats, built for the kind of person who wants to do zero to jail time in under three seconds—with the top down and Spotify blasting Wagner or Wu-Tang. It’s got all-wheel drive, but mostly so it can claw at the Earth in a slightly more organized fashion. And despite weighing as much as a small moon, it dances through corners like it trained in ballet school—if ballet involved 4.4 liters of twin-turbo V8 rage. Now, wrap all that menace in Isle of Man Green, and suddenly it’s not just fast—it’s fashionably fast. This deep, lustrous green isn’t just a paint color; it’s a mood, a lifestyle, and a subtle flex that whispers, “I have taste, and also 617 horsepower.” It catches the light like an emerald in a jewelry case and makes even mundane traffic look like a cinematic chase scene. Isle of Man Green doesn’t just complement the M8—it elevates it into rolling art.

Red with gold accents. There aren't many cars that can pull this off. This is proof that Aston Martin can't do bad. I've always been a sucker for a Vantage. My first real experience with one, was driving in a spirited rally on backroads from Dallas to New York in one. Oddly enough, it was also red and that struck a cord with me. Red is not my first choice on much besides an RT/10 Viper, but Aston pulls it off so well. This is one of the most striking cars I've shot and design element really plays off each other. There's a lot going on here and I'm about it.

If you've browsed the videos on this channel, you should be aware that I am constantly subjected to greatness. I've shot many hummers....H1 Alphas, the new GMC Hummer that's been electrified and many variations in between. New or older, they all have this sort of king-of-the-road feel and presence. This however....this is different. This is what a Hummer should be. Creature comforts, probably not Fast, no. Loud, absolutely. Perfect in everyway...YUP. I'm going to be really honest when I say that this is the only vehicle I've ever shot that turned me into a 5 year old seeing his first monster truck. It is the most outrageous beast of a vehicle imaginable. People see this and look the other way. It's offensive and terrifying, and I love that. Its the most Hummer of all Hummers. I want it. I need it.

A Bronco built by Vintage Broncos is like a time machine with a V8 engine. It’s a perfect fusion of rugged off-road capability and modern performance, crafted to look like it just rolled off the showroom floor in the ‘70s—if that showroom had a serious taste for adventure. Every inch of the truck is thoughtfully restored and upgraded, blending classic charm with contemporary muscle. Whether it's the hand-crafted interior, the meticulously rebuilt drivetrain, or the lifted suspension that practically dares the roughest terrain to try and stop it, this Bronco isn’t just a ride; it’s an experience. It’s a celebration of the Bronco’s rich legacy, with enough modern flair to remind you that it’s ready to conquer whatever challenge you throw its way—be it a desert trail or your local coffee shop parking lot.

I have a soft spot for convertibles. I've been a Miata owner for well over a decade. Going topless, at least with a car, is one of life's cheat codes. If you're lucky enough to have a convertible that sounds good, like this R8, dropping the top on a spirited drive will instantly remind you why you like cars in the first place. The R8 is the better Huracan/Gallardo. It's all of the performance but with a car that is easier to live with. Outside of a silver 911, there aren't many performance cars out there that can fly, mostly, under the radar.

This is what happens when you have an idea, unlimited budget and unlimited time. Chris Clark of Ace Fabrication built this '36 for himself and it shows. Butta Scotch is a stunning custom build, a 1936 Ford pickup reimagined by the talented Chris Clark. With a nod to vintage style and an infusion of modern flair, Butta Scotch stands out for its meticulously crafted details. The truck features a chopped and smoothed body with a sleek, glossy finish that’s hard to miss. Under the hood, it’s powered by a potent V8 engine, bringing both performance and power to the table. Chris Clark's work shines through in the flawless interior design, the custom-built chassis, and the painstaking attention to every detail, from the stance of the truck to the hand-painted pinstriping. Butta Scotch isn’t just a vehicle; it’s a work of art, blending old-school charm with contemporary custom touches in a way few cars ever do.

The Aston Martin DBS is the epitome of British luxury and performance, combining striking design with a heart-pounding driving experience. With its aggressive yet refined silhouette, it commands attention, exuding both elegance and power. Beneath the sculpted hood lies a 5.2-liter V12 engine, producing a thrilling symphony of sound as it effortlessly accelerates, making every drive feel like an event. Inside, the cabin is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, featuring sumptuous leather, carbon fiber accents, and cutting-edge technology. The DBS isn’t just a car; it’s a celebration of performance, beauty, and engineering excellence, embodying the essence of Aston Martin’s legendary heritage. Whether you’re cruising down the highway or carving through winding roads, the DBS delivers a driving experience that’s as exhilarating as it is refined.

Owning a 1986 Porsche 911 Targa in the '80s was like carrying around a backstage pass to the cool club—except, instead of just looking effortlessly stylish, you were driving *the* car that made people pause, point, and mutter "that’s the one" as you cruised by. With its targa top, you had the best of both worlds: wind-in-your-hair freedom like a convertible, but with just enough steel overhead to pretend you were a sophisticated professional. And let’s talk about the engine—it roared like it was permanently late for a meeting at a racetrack. You could be rocking a mullet, sporting a leather jacket, and sipping a Diet Coke (because hey, it was the '80s), and the 911 Targa would still be the most glamorous thing in the room. Sure, you might have been worried about parking it in the wrong place because you knew people would *definitely* notice, but what better way to remind the world you had arrived than with the world's finest German engineering?