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HYPERTRASH QUARTERLY CARS X CHAOS WINTER 2020 / VOLUME 1 / ISSUE 4 PUBLISHER / CREATIVE DIRECTOR NATHANAEL NAPOLITANO EDITORS JAMES SINGER RHYS HAYDON KYLE BARNES DAVID CZARNECKI NATHANAEL NAPOLITANO WRITERS / PHOTOGRAPHERS NATHANAEL NAPOLITANO JAMES SINGER RHYS HAYDON KYLE BARNES DAVID CZARNECKI TRENT WHICKER DANIEL H LACKEY AUDREY LOUISE REYNOLDS HELENA CHRISTENSEN HARRY MASON DENT IV COLE MANESS AARON ESPINO IRON MIKE ALZONA TALIA LEDNER JESSICA MALAFOURIS
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CONTENTS
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CORNER SHOP Sleepers Speed Shop Words and photos by KYLE BARNES
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CURVED LINES ARE ACTUALLY BULLSHIT Elements of automotive style
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Words and layout by DAVID CZARNECKI
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SKY'S THE LIMIT For STEPH WILTON Words and photos by DANIEL H. LACKEY
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3 SATURDAY NIGHTS IN 1995 Before my parents kicked me out again Words by JAMES SINGER Photos by IRON MIKE ALZONA, JAMES SINGER, and AARON ESPINO
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BIG BORE BASH With some trailor envy mixed in Words and photos by KYLE BARNES
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Interview with RALPH BALZANO Interview by AUDREY LOUISE REYNOLDS Photos by HELENA CHRISTENSEN
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MY RALPHIE
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REST EASY, LES Dreams are always what they seem
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Words and photos by RHYS HAYDON
...BUT CALL HIM MASON Interview with HARRY MASON DENT IV
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Interview by AUDREY LOUISE REYNOLDS Photos by HARRY MASON DENT IV
MULHOLLAND PLUNGE Hiking through the graveyard
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Words and photos by COLE MANESS
OPINIONS AND EDUCATION Scars are left and lessons learned
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Words by TRENT WHICKER
98 HYPRCOMP #1 Music for driving
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VARIOUS OPINIONS
PSA So your friend wrecked your car?
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Words by DAVID CZARNECKI
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W HAT S ORT OF P E R S ON R E A D S H Y P E RT R A SH ? The sort who smells like gasoline and Irish Spring. They know they’re a lucky son of a bitch. They’re on IG a little too much but they’re working on it. They laugh big even though their teeth are kinda funny. They like using their hands instead of paying other people to fix their problems. They are stubborn. They are controlling. Their iTunes library is deep and their shoe choices are intentional. Old people love them. Mother-in-laws are exasperated by them. Children think they’re hilarious. They act 16 but look either 35 or 55 depending on the week. They’ve done a lot of dumb shit and know they’ve got a lot more to learn. They like imperfect things. They talk about driving more than anyone you know. You’d definitely have a beer with them. -Talia Ledner
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CORNER SHOP SLEEPERS SPEEDSHOP, located in Costa Mesa, CA has
become known for its work on Porsches... But if you take a closer look, you’ll find a shop that’s just dedicated to making cool shit. Len Higa—the man behind Sleepers—has had an interesting journey to where he is now. From drag racing, motorcycle racing, tuning and most importantly—fabrication. All of that creates a unique approach to the shop's builds, to which the customer benefits most. We were fortunate enough to catch up with Len and chat about the shop. Enjoy. WORDS + PHOTOGRAPHS
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KYLE BARNES
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IMAGINED AND VISIUALIZED BY
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WORDS + PHOTOGRAPHS
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LINES ARE ACTUALLY BULLSHIT X CURVED XX
When asked to explain the sentiment, he calmly says 'No'. Enter Gioretto Giugiaro, whose early design language echoes the function aesthetic theory, yet such designs are not reducible down to pure ration because they elicit emotion. Let’s explore GG’s anti-hero reasoning for why curves are bullshit. You see: curves are bullshit if they are meaningless: they become a false erotica. Why did CAR BROS’S Ferrari Enzo sell for under $6k, after showcasing at the Quail? Because it was fake. Let’s consider various aesthetics. Was he inspired by the ‘international style’ and ‘brutalist’ architecture? Is there a vulnerability to his work? What the fuck is up with car design today? 20
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Lotus Esprit shot by Markus Spiske of Unsplash
SKY'S THE LIMIT FOR
STEPH WILTON
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DANIEL H. LACKEY
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he forecast predicted heavy rain, but for now at least, the thick blanket of cloud has permitted the slightest glimmer of sunshine. There is hope yet. It’s 8am and racers are arriving and unloading in the Goodwood paddock. The AC Owners Club Sprint has always attracted a varied selection of road going and competition vehicles. Entry is not restricted to Thames Ditton machinery, so amongst the AC Aces, Acecas and Cobras there is a strong contingent of pre-war racing cars, historic single seaters, classic Jaguars and even some American muscle. I’m here to meet historic racer Steph Wilton ( @steffiwilton ) who will be competing in a rare and unusual 500cc Formula 3 singleseater known simply as the Mackson.
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Pressure drop - Steph lowers the tyre pressure for added traction on the wet circuit.
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WORDS JAMES SINGER PHOTOGRAPHS IRON MIKE ALZONA / JAMES SINGER / AARON ESPINO
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ALZONA
wild animal park I woke up around 1pm Saturday and my parents were not home. I could tell because it was quiet when I opened my eyes. No loud radio. No talk talk talking. I get up and immediately trip over my tuxedo and apron kicking a guest check book across the room as I try to catch myself, my eyes still partially closed. I got home from work at about 3am. I brushed my teeth, took off my clothes, and just fell into bed. Now I am awake again. My hair is still heavy with pomade. I comb my hair back and rinse off my face with cold water in the sink. I walk into the kitchen and make a cup of crappy instant coffee. I take it out onto the back porch. I space out for a while and eventually go back inside to get in the shower. I need to refill my NOS bottle and get back to clean my car before my parents get home and start yelling at me. 50
I head out to Miramar and get my NOS bottle filled. Right as I pull up, some guy asks me if I want to race tonight for money or something. He is squatting next to my car looking at my wheels. “I’ll race you for your Racing Hart wheels!” I do not know this guy. “Against what? Your stock wheels?” He took off the badges on his car, so it is supposed to be “stealthy” or whatever. I can tell he thinks it is some big joke. He seems like a huge asshole. We have the same car, so his friends are interested too. “Is yours an SE-R? Mine is just an E.” He painted his bumpers black to look like the base model Sentra but I know his car is an SE-R from the taillights. I play along telling him mine is an SE and that I don’t go to the races anymore. I add that I have to work hoping I won’t see him, his stupid car, or his idiot friends tonight. A bunch of dudes are standing around looking at catalogs compiled into a giant unmarked 3 ring binder on the counter. They are looking at the cheap body kits binder while I am paying. One of the
dudes wants to put a Supra wing on his slammed green Del Sol. I get back before anyone else is home and start washing my car. While I am finishing, my parents get home—first my dad, and then my mom. I come inside and they ignore me as I lay out my outfit for the night and get in the shower. I get dressed and head out without any hassle. I can tell I am about to get kicked out again. I moved back a couple months ago to go to community college. I am doing good in my classes but I am not getting along with my dad, so I know I am going to get kicked out again pretty quick. I drive to Mike’s house and see a dozen cars parked in the garage, all over the driveway, and on the street. I pull into the driveway and Emo is detailing his red EG. A bunch of guys are standing around a teal EF up on jacks. The stock exhaust is on the ground next to a Mugen box and a Mike is under the car bolting on a new Mugen exhaust.
SAN DIEGO COUNTY
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BIG BORE BASH WORDS AND PHOTOGRAPHS
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KYLE BARNES
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Driving a vintage race car around a track in the desert probably doesn’t sound too attractive to most people. But it sounds pretty fucking sweet to me.
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MY RALPHIE INTERVIEW AUDREY LOUISE REYNOLDS PHOTOGRAPHS HELENA CHRISTENSEN
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REST EASY, LES WORDS + PHOTOGRAPHS RHYS HAYDON
It was so fucking LA and if you’re from LA or live in LA then you can’t understand. This house with the twisting driveway up a private mountain overlooking the proletariat reminded me of those old Targa Florio posters and why I held this shit town in such reverence.
And sure enough when I opened the storage container there it was. The car of my dreams. The car that I thought about every single day, not missing a single one, until Les died. I find it funny and unnerving how we get stuck on bullshit things like a single car and just can’t get it out of our system. The challenge with this car is that it is/ was 904-062.
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...BUT CALL HIM MASON INTERVIEW AUDREY LOUISE REYNOLDS PHOTOGRAPHS HARRY MASON DENT IV
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HARRY MASON DENT IV, but call him Mason.
Local car pervert, phenomenal photographer, part-time bathing suit designer, lighter and postcard creator, and the man behind Harry’s OK Used Cars. A blog inspired by his indulgent rides down the craigslist wormhole. Hails from Chicago, but is absolutely lacking in his accent, currently resides in Brooklyn, NY but is considering opening a car garage in Kingston, NY real soon. When I was asked by Nathan to start writing for this magazine, I immediately thought of an image Mason made in collaboration with his deceased swimwear line, Solarium, my radical stylist friend Ashley Munns, and the always gorgeous Dana Boulous. This picture was so interesting to me. It was like a nod to classic super sexed-up tasteless spankbank car photos from the 80’s, but done with a softness and sense of humor. It was still classically arousing but also hilarious. Not objectifying but uplifting and powerful. Fuck yeah! What a fucking genius way to display this line of rad swimsuits.
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"I started the girls and car pictures and lighters...
...when we started a swimwear line."
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MULHOLLAND PLUNGE WORDS + PHOTOGRAPHS
COLE MANESS
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his isn't so much a tale of the hazards of the Mulholland Drive "raceway" as it is of the failure of the extracting equipment of the 20th century. Everyone knows that a straightaway followed by tight corners, sweeping turns, sheer cliffs and now, ogling celebrity home tour vans is a recipe for vehicles to end up mangled at the bottom from the pavement above. Yet as I've braved the rattlesnakes, sockeating goathead burs, and seas of poison oak on the hillside below, I could only find cars that dated as new as 1985 and not a one with intact hubcaps. Everything else has been successfully winched up from the depths of the Hollywood Hills. I would not have expected hoist technology to have come so far in the last 30 years, I mean a motor is a motor and a cable is a cable, no? Either way, the cars I have found do invoke a sense of wonder as to who the drivers were, whether they survived, and what they were doing to end up 300 feet down this ravine.
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