Vecarz
Welcome to My Little Garage of Madness !
Hello there, and welcome to this curious corner of the internet. You might be wondering, “What on earth is this place?” Well, in short, it’s a website built out of pure love—and an increasingly empty wallet—by a nearly fifty-year-old man whose hair is quietly considering early retirement.
As a kid, I dreamed of owning a real supercar.
Of course, back then, my “supercar” was made of zinc alloy, no bigger than a candy bar, and proudly carried the name Matchbox. The memories are fuzzy—like the view in a Mustang’s rearview mirror—but I distinctly recall a crane truck and something vaguely resembling a semi. My childhood yearning for these little cars was probably as intense as any middle-aged man's current obsession with a Porsche 911.
But reality, as always, was cruel. My family couldn’t afford much—we had to take turns using the light bulb, let alone afford toy cars. So what did I do as a grown-up? The only logical thing, of course: buy an unhealthy amount of model cars to heal my childhood trauma.
Which brings us to the next problem. I bought the cars. Then ran out of space. Every corner of my home turned into a mini car show. Prices soared. Buying a 1:18 model today costs about the same as a used Honda Civic. I used to dream of a Ferrari. Now I can’t even afford its miniature.
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
So, what’s a man to do? Simple.
“Can’t buy more models? Fine. Build a virtual museum. Click what you want, zoom all you like. Smells like 3D spirit. Build a website!”
And here we are
This is my digital car cave, a monument to obsession, and undeniable proof that hobbies can bankrupt you without even leaving the driveway.
Only 3 types of vehicles are welcome
Now, not just any car makes it here. You won’t find Camrys or commuter boxes. Only three types of vehicles are welcome:
CLASSICElegant
Elegant classics that could make an Aston Martin blush.
FANTACYSiFi
Concept cars that look like someone designed them while slightly tipsy—but somehow nailed it.
