The Weekender is your guide and open thread for the weekend, presented by the fine folks at Viva The Matadors. Things to quote, read, look, watch, and listen to for the weekend. Let's do this.
The hunt for El Chapo. Beautiful and important cars. Va a la Patagonia. The Old 97’s return.
Alice Cooper (via GoodReads).
"The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades."
Fascinating. Fascinating. Fascinating. The hunt for El Chapo (via New Yorker).
One afternoon last December, an assassin on board a K.L.M. flight from Mexico City arrived at Amsterdam’s Schiphol Airport. This was not a business trip: the killer, who was thirty-three, liked to travel, and often documented his journeys around Europe on Instagram. He wore designer clothes and a heavy silver ring in the shape of a grimacing skull. His passport was an expensive fake, and he had used it successfully many times. But, moments after he presented his documents to Dutch customs, he was arrested. The U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration had filed a Red Notice with Interpol—an international arrest warrant—and knew that he was coming. Only after the Dutch authorities had the man in custody did they learn his real identity: José Rodrigo Arechiga, the chief enforcer for the biggest drug-trafficking organization in history, Mexico’s Sinaloa cartel.
I’m not a "car guy". I don’t have a huge fascination with them or anything like that. I can’t really tell one car from another, but I think I am a person that can appreciate beautiful design. There’s this buy, Bruce Meyer that owns all of these beautiful cars. Beautiful and important cars. You won’t be disappointed. (via Tudor).
Believe me, you'll be impressed, but that's only if you consider the very first production Shelby Cobra impressive. Or the 1979 Kremer Porsche 935 that placed first at LeMans. Or the 1957 Testa Rossa California Ferrari dealer Charles Von Neumann had upgraded from a 2.5L to a 3.0L engine with the blessing of Enzo, that would go on to be one of the most successful privately held race cars in the world, and eventually end up in the collection of Moroccan drug lord Charles Zwolsman, Sr., before Meyer purchased it out of a government auction after a decades-long search. Or Briggs Cunningham's 1960s LeMans Corvette. Or the 1961 250 GT SWB that won Monza, LeMans, and came in second at Spa. Yeah, he's got some stuff.
I used to have a Spanish teacher who was from Columbia and she said that in Columbia, the saying when you told someone to go to Hell, you’d say, "Va a la Patagonia." (via Vimeo). Well, I'm pretty sure that you could sign me up. Looks amazing and unspoiled. As I'm reading River of Doubt, I am convinced that South America is the forgotten place.
The Old 97’s are one of my favorite things to listen to and they just released a new album (hat-tip Texas Monthly). Make sure and listen first, as there are some curse words through the lyrics. I thought this was pretty good, from Rhett Miller:
That’s what happens to everybody as they get older, unless they fall apart. And this record is from that place, too, but it’s also so rowdy.
It’s about falling apart as a means to nirvana. It’s a means to, "My life is the most @#$%!*-up it’s ever been, but it’s also the best that it’s ever been," and that’s good. Because being under control is overrated. That’s your headline.