After the glisten and shine of McLaren, I had now gone to the other end of the automotive spectrum -dirt, stones, grit and punishment. I ventured over to Subaru Mitaka on the outskirts of Shinjuku where a small collection of WRC cars were sitting. Rally is my true love and any chance to photograph a rally car and I am there, especially when it is a genuine McRae car.
There is no better feeling than walking into a Louis Vuitton shop wearing some jeans, driving boots, and a hoodie. The looks that are fired at you from across the counter by the plastic-looking staff are priceless. Quite frankly the sooner you are out of their shop and stop lowering the standards of the place the better. I was a little concerned about that happening today as I strolled in the front doors of McLaren Tokyo. However quickly my fears were quashed and despite just being a nosey Kiwi they didn’t mind at all.
After checking out the race machines at the Zama headquarters of Nissan, I was now strolling amongst the road-going cars. Now I am the first to admit that road cars don’t tickle my fancy after being born and bred into motorsport. Although it isn’t often you have the entire collection of Nissan’s road-going catalogue at your fingertips.