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
At all these events nowadays, especially ones like last weekend’s RACEISM Event in Opole, there’s way too many nice cars on show. It’s almost impossible to pick a favourite one out of all these top builds, having European elite, a selection of undeniably the best cars around parked next to each other. Events like RACEISM are nothing else but Wörthersee in a pill. It is pure automotive porn that has the capacity to make any petrol-head’s heart beat speed up. A lot!
