Last October, on the first Wednesday of the month a new tradition was born – Steecism, a new monthly meet up for car enthusiasts in Dublin area. After six months, having survived the stormy winter, this invite-only monthly gathering is growing strong and with spring just around the corner, it’s set for success.
It’s the last day of December 2005, I’m cruising in my dropped Tornado Red Golf Mk2 on the covered in snow streets of the City of Opportunities, a virtually seventy thousand inhabitants small post-industrial village in Silesia, south-west Poland. My homeland. Snow is falling, all around me… We just had the real white Christmas, just as the ones that Frank used to know but I’m not listening to any Christmas carols, feck no,
It was a warm November evening, first Wednesday of the month, when we met in Maynooth for the second Steecism – the all new invite-only get-together for Dublin’s petrolheads. All makes and models are welcome… so you are, if you’ll get an invite to our wee clique.
I’m just after watching your fabulous, fair and clearly objective, insight into, what you named, the modified car scene. Frightening footage, fantastic job… a fucking propaganda. Pardon my French, but your work is far from being worth called documentary by which, shamelessly, you’ve labeled your latest television episode of Reality Bites. Far from reality, lads. Kevin McGahern’s Fast and Furious, although awfully true… I regret that your production is unforgivably biased and brainwashing.
It may be quite diverting to drive a dropped dub in Dublin, especially if it’s an Audi S4 B5 – 330bhp quattro on Mercedes S-Class 19″ wheels. Static! When I saw Stee’s new purchase I knew that something sick was coming, an another top project. He calls it a van, an Audi S4 workhorse.
When the show season ends, meet season kicks in. It is October already. Days are getting shorter and soon it will be freezing cold with a quite good chance for numbing showers. The best solution to this situation are local meets. Cars, coffee, burgers and friends, and more car talk. Welcome to #STEECISM, Dublin’s new exclusive invite-only monthly meet. Its first edition!
Ireland is my home now. But there’s only one home home. The real one. The funny place I come from was once a prosperous industrial city, the heart of Polish chemical industry and also the home to one of Europe’s largest inland ports which used to connect the town with Baltic Sea through the Odra river. Today, it’s almost a ghost town or a zombie one, half-dead. Hello Casper?
Heatwave Motor Show was never on our calendar of events. It simply wasn’t our type of show. Crowded, full of rice rockets, LEDs and big arse spoilers… ricer boy, please. Skanger me banger. It seemed like the dark side of the moon, somewhat alien. Kind of a relict of the past – late 90s blast. Bodykits, Halfords and Van Aaken stickers – the modified scene. We, on the contrary, like our cars clean.
I’m sitting on a plane flying to Poland. In my hand a cold can of beer. A tiny one, because only such are available on these flights, but I don’t worry, a few more are awaiting on the floor. I down the can fast. I need to warm-up before the coming days in Poland, get into the local mindset, get the liver running. So I reach out for another can