Nuccio Auto Group Season Opener 2018 Posted on 02 May 15:34 , 0 comments

     Knowing how crowded things can get for the relatively small venue that is Nuccio Auto's lot, I decided to make the trek to Addison a bit early that morning.  I arrived about 45 minutes early, and only a sprinkling of cars was on hand.  The iND Distribution M2 was parked next to a pop up tent, flexing some gorgeous carbon fiber wheels and it's brilliant green exterior in the morning sun.  An old pick up truck, with a beautiful matte red paint finish sat on the lawn, hood open, with admirers chatting with the owner about his pride and joy.  I went about the task of setting up my camera, checking settings, making adjustments, a peek in the view finder revealed a cloud free, sapphire blue sky.  The air had a cool bite to it, but the sun provided an unrelenting and comfortable heat, it felt like the perfect day to be out shooting cars.  The quiet calm of the morning was suddenly interrupted by a grand entrance of the guests of honor, the super cars.  They broke the silence with relative calm, an unusually silent bunch for a line of cars that easily exceeded a sum total of over 2500 horsepower, only a deep undulating rumble reverberated in the air as each one calmly rolled into the lot.  It was something of an awe inspiring sight, I caught myself gazing dumbfounded momentarily before mentally scolding myself "get shots of the roll-in dummy!".  As per usual, a few words on some of my favorite sights of the day.

 

     For cars that are all black, or "murdered out" as the saying goes, it is not uncommon to hear someone proclaim the car is what "Darth Vader would drive".  I get it, Vader is an iconic villain dressed all in black, a pretty bad ass pilot/driver, so who wouldn't want to own and drive Darth Vader's car.  This black Ferrari F12, however, is not Darth Vader's car...it actually is Darth Vader in automotive form.  Such a dark sinister presence sitting in the corner of the Nuccio lot.  A calm and emotionless mask on it's fascia, conceals the smoldering rage of 12 cylinders that at the moment remain silent, simply awaiting the needed spark to set the fury in motion.  Like Darth Vader presiding over a council of generals, it's just looking for an excuse to snap a neck or two.  The F12 delivers maximum intimidation without any excesses, no unnecessary flares, vents, or outrageous aero bits.  It's simplicity of design is further enhanced with this ones dark hue, the details seem to disappear, it sits like a dark shadow of a car.  In case you somehow missed it's sinister nature, the license plate reads "DVL SPWN" to hammer the point home.  I can't remember another car being so dramatically transformed, simply for being covered in black paint.  I lingered taking photos, and would have gotten a few more, but my wind pipe started to feel tight and I needed to get some air.  

 

     The Mercedes Mclaren SLR pictured next, has made the pages of this blog in the past, having appeared at a few local shows/meets.  I love these cross manufacturer collaborations for the unique outcomes that often occur.  This SLR is one of the better efforts between Mercedes Benz and Mclaren who were primarily a Formula 1 race team at that time.  The outcome is a grand touring super car, that I don't think would have been made by Mercedes alone.  Even at the heights of performance and raw horsepower, most Mercedes have a certain seriousness to them.  Short of the CLK GTR, most of even the most outrageous performing Mercs, often blend in with the rest of their range in overall styling.  The Mclaren SLR delves more into the panache of the typical super car, with it's butterfly doors and a nose seemingly grafted from a Formula 1 race car, it's a bit more ostentatious.  This one in particular, with it's orange and black paint scheme, further accentuates the audacious look.  

 

     Another notable, wasn't even a car at all, much less a super car.  The antithesis of super car must be an old classic Chevy pick up truck, and this one in particular was a gem.  Finished in a marvelous matte red paint, it created a beautiful contrast with the bright white accents throughout.  The interior goes the restomod route, but keeps things aesthetically honest to the cars vintage.  That little glass clam shell looking thing on the dash?  A neat little feature that refracts light so you can see the traffic signal above when it would be otherwise obscured by the windshield visor overhang.  With a touch of American flag themed dress up in the engine bay, and a beautifully done distressed wood truck bed, this truck does old Americana styling right.  I can think of no higher praise I could give this old truck, other than to say it was a true stand out even in a sea of snarling italian thoroughbreds.

 

     The Ariel Atom is barely a car at all, more like the animated skeleton of a car.  This fact allows it to have a curb weight of less than 1500lbs that a punchy four cylinder Honda engine is tasked with shoving around.  The Atom 3s, with the addition of a turbocharger, increases horsepower to 365 and gives the Atom a power to weight ratio to rival the fastest Ferrari's on the planet.  This little bright green giant killer sat smugly among the many behemoths of the exotic car world, thumbing it's nose at frivolous things like creature comforts, and doors.  It's a loony little car that no doubt provides a driving experience like nothing else on the road.  It is a completely ridiculous thing, and I would badly love to have a drive in one! 

 

     Then of course, there is the Gulf livery Porsche race car, I don't think any other words are really necessary for this one.

     That's all the words for now, for some reason this post did not seem to want to be written, time was short and technical glitches necessitated a complete rewrite in the twelfth hour, but here we are.  Hope you enjoyed it, and as always keep scrolling for tons more photos of the day.  I'll be looking forward to my favorite one-two punch next weekend when Super Car Saturday and Rise and Drive return.  Stay tuned for more!



-photos and writing: Robert Sixto