TheHomoSapien

I always wonder what Alessandro Volta said when he built the world's first battery. Probably 'Eeeks' when he connected his cell and made a dead frog belly dance. Back then a friend Luigi Galvani was dissecting his frogs only to make them twitch when his iron scalpel touched the frog ( which was in turn connected to a brass hook). Like in the movie 'Cars' Luigi got it wrong. And the rest is a very messy short-circuited electrolyte filled history of chemical power. Still, it shows how far we have come. Since Volta's 'pancakes' the human brain has conceived brilliant, fast, even rechargeable batteries. But could both Luigi and Alessandro have remotely imagined that their chance discoveries could lead to an automotive revolution? After all " Luigi only like the Ferrari's" and before this generation Ferrari was probably the prime connoisseur of petrol power. It would have been considered a heavily Italian accented 'No!'. But the LaF

As more top tier marquees roll up the expensively tailored khakis, the Pebble Beach show just seems to keep on rolling on the creative concepts as well as the "slightly more" legal going beauties for the generally car-loving public. What a week it must be for the photographers, jumping from unveiling to unveiling with little more than sparkling champagne sloshing vicariously in their bellies, with a sackload of an SD cards creating a hump the size of mount Everest. Really, the way to identify a professional car magazine or blog photographer is the person with his knees hunched, ready to race to the next unveiling at speeds even Usain Bolt would be mesmerised at, with their finger either superglued or twitching a few mm away from the camera's trigger button. Thankfully they are professional photographers...so they do take good photos. 1. Mercedes EQ Silver Arrow Concept Silver arrow is possibly the most description you could give to this very..uh..interesting car. A s

While the people of Seattle have their breaths caught and vocal cords reprogrammed by the frankly obnoxious air the richest 1 percenters flock to California for the opening of the Pebble Beach 'Who's Stick is bigger' Car showoff. That is not to say the citizens of Seattle are affected by the cars at the ridiculously expensive golf club, but you get the idea. The Pebble Beach 'Stick' competition has always been a glamorous event, not only because its champagne costs more than most houses but some of the best of the best cars get unveiled there. And this year is no different. While more companies join into the fray, glimpse at the highlights till today 1. Lamborghini Aventador SVJ Possibly the most anticipated car at this Concours' D'elegance event, the Lambo SVJ bullied its way to top of the Nurburgring production car lap record by beating its fellow sister company's Porsche 911. It has a small bump in horsepower over its SV cousin and has en

A few years, maybe more than a decade ago we humans had a very precise of identifying cars. Normal Cars were called uh normal cars, 'sports' cars were the slightly faster and fancy onesies whereas supercars were like a dreamy concoction of Alicia Vikander and Dwayne Johnson. Lithe, artful, but packing enough muscle to single-handedly cause global warming due to squealing rubber tyres, supercars were the cream of the crop. When you saw one, you rushed to it, hugging the owner and offering to polish their leathery shoes just to touch the steering wheel. You even offered to have their babies. Such was the mass hysteria when you read about one even in car magazines. Today, however, supercars are no longer the benchmark of driving thrill, but they are merely a step, a very expensive multi lacquered, leather upholstered step, to the driving nirvana called 'hypercars'. If we humans keep going like this, soon we will have 'elite' and then 'legendary' cars

...Provided you have the dough of course. The SVJ is Lamborghini's last ever fully conventional engine car. Yep, after this, every single Italian Bull will have an electric kick up its growling ass. This alone should be reason enough to buy the SVJ cause this will probably will be the maddest loudest and meanest bull in Bologna. In today's world, hybrid power and sophisticated but efficient fuel consumption is the name of the game. Even supercars nowadays have to publish fuel stats and discuss potential electric-only mileage to attract more millennial buyers. Fine if you're deciding to jump to the closest BMW dealer and treat yourself the new i8 Roadster. But the Lambo Aventador is special.  First released in around 2011 to be the replacement of the Murcielago, the Aventador was a raging success, a poster boy for Lambo's legions of fans around the world. There was just something snarling about its wide low body, brutal looks and the shrieking v12. In a sense,

We live in a funny world today. A significant proportion of us cheer, scream, pull hairs and do an intensive face-palming therapy when we see 22 men mindlessly chasing a ball, seemingly controlled by managers who are experts at shouting. Clearly if there was a degree in shouting , they would probably have received it from the Ivy League. However , a much smaller, comparatively paltry number of us watch men with balls of carbon fibre ( steel is too heavy for cars) race a bajillion laps around smoking tarmacs, experiencing unfathomable g-forces while struggling to control their out of control rockets on wheels. And they say F1 isn't fun. What a load of... I love football but the first ever Brazilian name I knew was Ayrton Senna. I only knew Ferrari because of Michael Schumacher. There are several other references I can give but these two should suffice for you underlings to know about the importance of F1. Some say it has become boring. Others are quick to point the futility of

Imagine climbing out of a carbon tub where, just a few minutes ago, your body was strapped, with a rock-climbing harness, to the hardest chair in the world, your lungs gasping for air as your face melted into ‘Thanos’ driven puddles of ash.   While your eyes had bulged gratuitously out of its holes and with your normally quick brain seems unable to lift your feet off the pedal, you had watched yourself being trussed like a turkey into an alternate dimension, warped into Stephen Hawking styled black holes. After an intense peeing-your-socks-off session, your nervous system finally erupted, lifting your leaden foot and pressed down hard on the brake pedal.   As you collapsed out of this marvellous "insert preferred colour" beast, the sudden smell of burnt tarmac snapped your eyes back into its sockets only to fleetingly gaze some engineers giving you a haughty look, slightly smirking at the sorry state you were in. But you didn’t care. As you got up, butt-clenching, t

Imagine the most sporty kid you know win a 100 m race. Simple right? Now imagine the quietest kid, the person who wants-to-skip-P.E wins a 100 m race. Huh doesn’t make sense does it? But that is exactly what the GTR was for Nissan.   A surprise move into the big boys leagues at a fraction of the price. Traditionally a company which made its name by mass-producing consumer level cars, the release of the GTR was greeted with Mount-Everest sized scepticism as well as lot of forehead scratching and intensive face-palming. We thought Nissan lost its balls or in more polite Japanese terms, showed an amazing example of hara-kiri. But when the automobile proved itself to be one of the fastest 0-100 (62mph) cars, a lot of heads turned. The additional fact that car came with a typical Japanese build quality (which is good) and very practical price (which is also good), made the car a very quick seller. For Nissan it was a massive success, like a guy buying 2 lottery tickets and winning b

If you have a Bentley, there is a general consensus that you are a rich person. Most people can't afford to buy a house and pay their mortgage, but there you are driving in your all-new Bentley, purring through the roads, cocooned in your veritable carbon fibre cage of leather, and enough wood to replant the Amazon and still have a few left. You see a Rolls, and you are like, gah, I wish I had that, but your Bentley ain't too bad. Then a Pagani passes by, followed by a Koenigsegg, and then several other supercars whose name you find it supremely difficult to pronounce. They are all looking at you like who is the underling. You start slouching in your seat, your gold-digger girlfriend, or boyfriend, starts looking at you with a little bit of shame and disgust. And you question yourself, ' Have I failed in life?' Yes, you have. Cuz even though a Bentley is a status symbol, it is definitely nowhere close to the likes of these wonderful cars. My personal favourites, it i