The streets (or streetz) of Edmonton are rarely littered with anything of interest for car aficionados. But every now and again, something will snap your head and make you take notice. An early July day this past summer was just such a day when I came across the bastard love child of Italian coachwork and American muscle in a neighbourhood garage – the De Tomaso Pantera. Welcome to another episode of Da Streetz.
I spent a week this past summer on the water at Martin Lake in Northern Saskatchewan cruising around in a Campion 595. This isn’t to say that I know my boats, far from it. I just know what it is like to enjoy the open water with a beer in hand and to feel like I have Meniere’s disease afterwards. In the future, I will know to expect this sensation when boating and I will also know not to exasperate it with alcohol. What I didn’t expect was to feel the same vertigo-like symptoms again (and so soon) on a recent spur-of-the-moment trip to the World Golf Village and area in Northeastern Florida. I wasn’t even planning on seeing much water on the trip (other than the veritable ocean surrounding the 17th at the TPC at Sawgrass) so it was with great surprise that I felt an odd sensation of déjà vu when I took the first I-95 on-ramp with a little too much zest in the rental car.