stories

Along with the cars on our daily tumblr, we occasionally post some microstories that relate to an uncanny drive. For us, this means an unsettling or odd feeling-- but one created by a situation that's centered around the culture of automobiles and driving. You can see them all here: uncannydrive.tumblr.com/tagged/stories.

So far, we've only posted a few distinctly different ones:

"The Echo," by Michael Aranovitz, tells the story of a dead man, spending purgatory in his Nissan Sentra, and wondering what monsters--like himself--are to do when no one is looking.

Not about these two Corollas
In the story "It Doesn't Matter Much," from Oleo, the narrator claims to be fairly unflappable, but it's his apathy itself that can be unsettling.

"I Have Lived In A Trailer Court Or Two," by Michael Kindt, tells a story of watching a fellow Corolla driver, Jesus Christ the Lord and Savior, in his trailer court. It may or may not be something he just banged out one evening, and it may or may not even be fiction. But give it a read. He can quickly pull up an environment that feels like a place you might remember, and that you may or may not have escaped with most of your mind still intact.

These sorts of stories aren't that easy to find, and we haven't posted many in a while. So if you have relevant stories to share (whether your own or someone else's), send us an email with a link, and we'll share them on the uncanny drive tumblr. You can also hit the 'submit' button there if you prefer.

uncannydrive main page

We’ve finally revamped our main site after basically just doing without one for quite a while. Links to (most of) our available artwork are there, as well as a description of our printers and the differences between them.

Still working on the handmade rust-prints, and will add those when I can, and hope to update it soon with the assorted bumper stickers etc that we have.

Click our logo on the left!

(It took two full days to remember that you can’t capitalize index.html, so this site launch took a little longer than I’d planned.)

Welcome

uncanny: odd, uncomfortably strange; beyond the ordinary or normal  
drive: to strive vigorously; a carpark; to convey in a vehicle

Vehicles – cars, trains, bikes, whatever – when well-designed, are mobile sculptures. A talented designer can shape metal to refer to masculine or feminine forms, convey aggression or illustrate speed. I’ve been impressed by this since I was a kid, and these drawings try to capture the basic thrust of some classic designs.

The cars I love most are the ones that can be found in a junkyard, or the ones that an average person may actually be able to own. The efficiency of their production and the practicality they require make their artistry in many ways more impressive to me than the unobtainable street-legal racecars.

I prefer ghost cars, those that are no longer made, especially those that have no modern descendants, uncanny designs that still roam the streets and are still desirable.