Confessions of an Autocross Virgin

Words by Ben - Pics by June & Jon

The 21st of April was a day to remember, primarily because it marked my very first time doing Autocross. The event was proudly organised by SPARK motorsports, and took place at the Turf City carpark on Bukit Timah Road. 

For those of you who have been there, it’s probably a little hard to picture how a track can be set up at that location; but the good people at SPARK Motorsports proved to be great at what they do, and two almost mirrored, challenging tracks were unveiled.

The day started off well, with a nice selection of cars turning up for some high-revving fun. Upon reaching, I set about to change my street wheels to my "racing" set, one that I had recently hand sprayed a striking turquoise blue. Halfway through my pit stop, I was greeted by race marshals who came to inspect my Vios and deliver some rather dismaying news: semi slick tyres were not allowed.

*Cue loud ominous music*

As per the rules, the guys at SPARK Motorsports decided to level the playing field by not allowing semi slick or full slick tyres. Not only did I not read the rules properly (yes, shame on me), but the Toyo R888's I had for the front wheels were also the only tyres I had for playing. After a talk with the organisers, they were kind enough to let me join in on one condition: as long as my times counted in the Open Class, instead of FWD Class. 

With these guys -

Fine by me, since I was there to have fun and not to compete. 

After an intro speech, the organisers opened the tracks and we started to line up for either side, depending on our car number. I started off on track 1, which, at the end of the day, became the preferred track for higher horsepower machines, whereas the second one, as I was to learn in the afternoon, was more fun for the less powerful ones. 

Indeed, while the track layouts were near identical, there were slight but significant differences. Track 1 being slightly more elongated, had me ride the 1st gear red line more than I liked as it was too short and quick to hit 2nd gear. It was my first time running on semi slick tyres, and I was truly impressed by the never ending amount of grip they offered. In all honesty, I was far from using it all, but the concrete walls around the narrow track ate up my resolve to push harder. 

But then, during the lunch break, disaster struck. Heavy rain started pouring, drowning the track. The deep puddles of water had me greatly worry about getting any grip with the R888, and I spent most of my lunch crossing my fingers for the rain to stop. 

Lady Luck thankfully answered; and while the rain didn't come to a complete stop, it trickled down to a light drizzle and the track was able to evacuate some water. After letting some air off of my tyres to get them to heat up faster for more grip in the damp conditions, I pushed my luck further on track 2, where the R888 excelled once again beyond my expectations, still providing me with unfathomable grip. 

The second track proved to be much more intense than the first one, with shorter straights that prevented bigger turbos to spool. Where this was a disadvantage for them, it wasn't a problem at all for light NA platforms. 

While I wasn't able to record the track, June took a ride with me and recorded me working the wheel - enjoy and have a laugh with us! 

This was my first Autocross session, and I am hooked! From my newbie experience, I felt I had more fun doing autocross compared to gymkhana. Where Gymkhana requires a combination of sliding and precise handbrake manoeuvres that punctuate the rhythm with pickup speeds; Autocross focuses on overall speed, precision and stability, to which I was completely sold on. 

I can't wait for another round to come, and I encourage you all out there to try it out, at least once! Who knows, you might get hooked too!

Run in with Rambo

Words by: Victor Pics by: Victor

Growing up in Dubai was not only great, but different. It wasn't just about the friendly people, mixed culture and amazing architecture being built around me, but also about the exclusive, rare and sexy cars I saw on a daily basis on the roads.

For a petrol head like myself, it was living the dream! Cars you would normally only see in magazines or TV shows were parked down the street, and those very special models with a limited production run of 10 units or less would see probably 8 of them being delivered here in the UAE, for me to drool on.

When, after some years, I moved back home to Sweden (where the car scene usually doesn't get more exciting than a tuned Volvo), I quickly came to realise how unusual my childhood was. When conversations with other motorheads came to the part when they would ramble up their dream car, I would usually go "Oh yeah I have seen a couple of those in Dubai, they sound of the engine is awesome!" As you can imagine, the response was either them thinking I was lying or if I had actually been near the cars.

At the time, I genuinely thought it was "normal" to see Bentley’s, Bugatti's, Rolls Royce's, McLaren's and Pagani's on a daily basis, swishing by on the highway at XXX km/h.

It takes a lot, then, for something to be unique and special in a country where a Ferrari is a common sight. And so the number plate status began. Simply put: the fewer numbers you have on your number plate, the higher status you have. In the beginning only the locals and sheiks had four digits or less plates, but now it has come to a point where people pay more for special number plates than for their highly sought after supercalifragilisticexpialidocious hyper car. 

For example, this Bugatti: the car itself is stunning, more stunning than it is the number plate - it costs as much, if not more, than the car…

Hyper cars and insanely priced number plates aside, even I was surprised to have a special run in with a certain monster not long ago, when I paid a visit to a tuning garage we were doing a bit on with a magazine I was working for.

I was playing the role of a photographer (yes, a photographer…), and after a few short words with the owner of the shop, I was off to snap a few shots of the establishment while my college was proceeding to interview the man.

The garage itself was pretty basic – this outfit imports that are in need of some welding, fixing and loving before being sold for a profit. Inside, friendly workers were working on cool American muscles and on an old Bentley that looked as if it had been left under a ton of hay for the last decade.

As I worked my way around the shop, trying to get good angles of the cars, realizing I had no idea what the hell I was doing but trying to maintain a somewhat straight face, I got to talk with a mechanic who has been with the shop since it opened in 2004. At some point, he asked me if I would like to take some pictures of the "other" cars.

Intrigued, I followed him around the building to two enormous steel doors. The kind of steel doors I imagine they would use to lock up Godzilla, if he ever was captured. After a bit of teamwork to get the steel doors open, I threw a gaze into the dark room, making out the silhouettes of cars in the garage. It felt as if nobody had been in here for a while, and the air was thick with dust.

As I walked in the dark room, the lights came on, revealing a Lancia Delta Integrale Evo - in full rally spec, sitting just under my nose! "Ah man a Integrale? I didn't know we had one of those in the UAE" I hear myself saying. I looked around to see a majestic Lincoln Continental in the corner, the cabriolet version with the rear suicide doors. Next to that, a classic Mercedes limousine.

But what really surprised me the most was what was parked next to the Benz Limo. It was hideous. It was red. It had looks only a mother could love. It was a Lamborghini LM002. The car Lamborghini had high hopes of selling to the US army (I assume the strategy behind the LM002 was to blind the enemy with its appalling looks, or paralyze them with laughter with its weird front fascia). I stood in front of it, gaping like a fish until the mechanic asked me if I wanted him to start it up. Brainless question, positive answer.

The monster had been sitting there for a while, and as the mechanic went to get a charger for the battery, I took a closer look at the beast. It was sitting on its original Scorpion tires, with a custom run-flat tread design specially made for the LM002 by Pirelli. These tires could conquer anything and were the only ones at the time that could stand the desert heat, climb sharp mountains, and handle the speeds the LM002 could reach. At the back, the loading area was fitted with cushions. I could only imagine how great it would be to chill there while cruising through the desert at full speed. You know, once a little cleaning had been done.

As I sat inside, I was surprised to feel cramped in a vehicle so enormous. It felt as if Lamborghini fitted the engine between the driver and front passenger seats. I assumed that was where all the diffs and mechanical wonders that help this car climb anything lied. The white leather seats came standard with an awkward seating position, and the cabin was loaded with warning lights and buttons I have yet to see in any other car (have you ever seen a “check engine left” and “check engine right” lights anywhere else?)

Finally, the moment of truth arrived - the battery was charged and it was time to hear what this monster sounded like. We disconnected the charger and had a go at starting the 7.2-litre V12. To my surprise, the Countach engine slowly cranked to life at the first turn of the key.

In all honesty, once running, the engine sound was not quite as dazzling as I expected. Imagine if a canal boat and a V12 had a baby - the Rambo Lambo is what the offspring would sound like. Nevertheless, it was still awesome just to be able to be in the same room as this hideous beast, and choke on its exhaust fumes. As the garage quickly filled up with CO2, it was obvious that emissions standards back then were much more lenient than today’s ones, if there were any.

Sadly, we were not able to take it out for a spin as the mechanic was not sure if the engine would be able to cope with anything more than the idle rate. After taking a bunch of pictures, filling my lungs with CO2, and drying my eyes with exhaust fumes, we packed up and closed the huge steel doors.

To think that behind those heavy duty doors, in that dusty room, lies a collection of cars that would make even the most exclusive car junkie’s jaw drop…

Prelude to TASS

Text by: Ben Photos by: Darren

When a show like the Tokyo Auto Salon Singapore takes place, the fun and excitement starts even before the doors open to the public.

In this case, the show started the day before, on Thursday 11th April, when the cars from the autostyling section of the show had a pre-show gathering at the Marina Barrage.

Powaa Crew's Darren was at the barrage to get first sights on the rides that would grace the show's halls for the week end of the 12, 13 and 14th April.

The cars came in waves, mostly to the rhythm set by the Singapore customs as most of the rides in the autostyling section were flying the Malaysian colours.

With most of the autostyling cars coming from our neighboring country, one might assume that Singapore has no proper rides to showcase, but the actual reason is that Malaysia's rules on modifying cars are much more lenient, giving drivers a lot more freedom to express themselves through their cars. The fear of having too close-for-comfort encounters with LTA after the show undoubtedly affected the turnout of Singapore-built machines at the show.

Some of the Malaysian cars were actually so extreme that they were turned away at the customs, and it was only thanks to the efforts of the organizers of the Tokyo Auto Salon Singapore that they cleared the customs and made it in time for the show!

It was a rather unique and fun sight to see the oni-cambered show-stoppers running high on their bags to clear the humps, or crawl sideways over them the the usual slammed society move.

Once all the cars were assembled at the barrage, the organizers gave the drivers their entry sequence, and all the rides lined up, heading for MBS' expo hall.

The humps on the way to the hall were the final obstacle for the lowest rides, but all went well, and no front lips or bodykits were cracked, to the relief of the owners.

After parking into their designated spots, the owners then proceeded to give their 'show queens' one final round of polish to get all prim-and-proper for the crowds that would be swarming the halls the very next day
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Paint jobs were polished to their nicest gleam...

The drivers set up props around their beloved rides to heighten the atmosphere...

And professionals were hired by the owners to make their cars look their best in hopes of catching the judges eyes and going back home with a prize at the end of the show.



Finally, the halls doors closed; all the cars were in place with everything set for three days of non-stop automotive goodness.

Stay tuned for more!

Ol' School Gangstas

Words by: Ben - Pics by: Ben

Who doesn't like classic cars? Born during a time when the industry was all about giving drivers cars that stole their hearts through mechanical ingenuity, these machines were full of little details made to capture the eye and distinguish their model from the competition. The lines were simple and pure, made so by technological limitations. Cars were small and light, due to lax or non-existing safety rules and regulations, yet engines were as powerful as they come.

While owning a classic car overseas is mostly a matter of finding one that hasn't rusted out, owning one in Singapore is a completely different story. It's not about fighting rust, but being ready to face ridiculous COE and insurance prices that climb higher and higher every year. Another option, is to give in to the classic plate scheme, but that would mean being restricted to drive your beloved ride only 45 days a year. To some, that simply doesn't cut it, and I totally agree with them!

Back in March, POWAA Garage joined a classic car meetup, happy to be able to see some old metal. Quite a few BMW's showed up, showcasing the 3-series timeline, with a few E46's, E40's and even a clean E30.

But those who stole the show were the late comers: 2 of the 5 Celica first generation remaining on the island were there, accompanied by the one and only Datsun Bluebird 510. One detail that was greatly appreciated is that all three classics were sporting black plates, which shows the dedication each owner has to keep their beloved ride and drive it unrestricted.

The orange Celica ST, for example, is kept in pristine condition by its owner, Nicholas. Not only does he makes sure his car gets all the TLC it needs, he also drives it to work.
Every single day.

Double round headlights, hood vents, hood-mounted side mirrors, the ST has all the timeless cosmetics to catch the eye and seduce.

The overall design of the ST clearly shows the bygone era where Japanese cars were designed to follow and pay homage American muscle cars, if it wasn’t for the much smaller 4-bangers under the hood.

The dark green, almost black, TA embodies the essence of American muscle even further, with slightly more angular shapes.

Its rear clearly evokes the Mustang's liftback, with an integrated ducktail spoiler.

The Celica GT was sporting a set of cool bosozoku-style SSR Star Shark that completed its looks perfectly.

Parked between the two Celicas was the last surviving 510 in Singapore. This was yet another black-plate classic which was held together with much love. The Bluebird has much less American influence in its boxy design than the Toyotas, but its charisma still goes through the roof.

Contrasting with the blue paintwork of the Bluebird was the red of its classic Enkei AP Racing rims. This was surely a classic done right.

When I asked the owner if I could see the engine, he assured me that there wasn't much to see as he did not modify it.
Well, if swapping the 1,600cc L16 engine to an L18 is not considered as being much.

Then again, the engine swap would be hard to notice as the first thing that pops to your eyes upon seeing under the hood is the army of 12 horns staring straight back at you.

Expecting the expected "what tune does it sing?" question, the owner went straight for the horn, and suddenly the tune of the Godfather rang out into the night.

Nothing more to say here, other than Classics FOR THE WIN.