Bakit Puro Luma Ang Oto Mo?

Just about anyone who meanders by our house in Paranaque just HAS to ask this question every time they chance upon me cleaning my classics. EVERY freaking time. It's as if they see me as some sort of weirdo who refuses to acknowledge that time has passed him by. I usually reply that it is my lifestyle, that my classics still appeal more to me than, say, any typical late 20th Century egg-shaped, cab forward, front-wheeled ride. They do not seem to fathom that I am part of a small (well, not THAT small) but resolute population of people who love owning and ACTUALLY DRIVING their retro rides. Yep, there is a reason I stressed on the second attribute. I honestly believe that you are only a true blooded enthusiast IF you take your car out often, drive it hard, and drive it fast. No offense to those who own garage queens that see sunlight once a month, but unless you actually experience your car AT LEAST every other day, then you're just a dude with a nice car. I'd never put you in my league. That's the reason I am glad that I'm part of a group that actually gets to use their cars daily and are actually proud of it. They are the Old School Crew of MITSULANCERPH, the premier Lancer club in the country. Most of them use their Box Types, Mirages, 1st Gens, Colts and Galants as their daily drivers, and none of them are ashamed of the fact that their cars are at least two decades old. Sure, some of their beloved rides may be in various stages of restification, but if someone told me I had to drive to Aparri and the only choices were a friend's daily driven '82 Lancer SL with bad paint or a show winner that is only driven once a month, I wouldn't even think. Give me the rusty 'Box any day. What's even more amazing is these guys' dedication toward their rides. Meticulous won't even begin to describe their attitude as they constantly find cost effective ways to make their rides run better, faster and farther. A visit to any meet would confirm that. Instead of the usual "Ok, we're here. Let's drink and stare at our cars" sort of thing, they actually TINKER. One EB in particular stands out, wherein my '73 Colt experienced carb problems and the boys actually replaced the troublesome carburettor on the spot. Only in an old school meet, I tell you. That's what you call classic car love, and that's why, whenever I get caught by some passer-by with the same question as I wipe dirt off my car, I never forget why all my rides are old, and I make sure that the person gets the message.

foreword

this blog started as an idea from a group of men who love cars: old cars. and, they all came from mitsulancerph.net; the premiere lancer enthusiast club of the philipines. members of mlph oldschool crew had an idea of publishing a magazine devoted solely to oldschoolers, created by old schoolers for old schoolers. then, they came up of this to start that dream.

please, stay tuned for further development.