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Definitive Top Ten Awesome Things I Did in 2017

Definitive Top Ten Awesome Things I Did in 2017

I saw Bradley Brownell’s “Definitive Top Ten Awesome Things I Did in 2017” and decided to make one for myself. Like his, it’s a touch braggy, but I think it’s good to sit back and reflect on accomplishments from time to time. When you’re constantly chasing “something” it’s easy to believe that you haven’t achieved much of anything and it wasn’t until I sat down and wrote this list that I realized just how awesome 2017 was. Thanks to everyone who was a part of it!

1. Played in the Mountains

I rang in 2017 sleeping on a snow ledge smaller than the average dining table just above Surprise Lake surrounded by stunning views of Teewinot, Mt. Owen, and the rest of the Tetons with my friend Adam. We woke up on January 1, 2017 and skied back to our rental–a Chrysler 300–which was entirely inappropriate for the winter adventure. A couple months later Adam and I skied into Mt. Washington’s Huntington Ravine where we strapped our skis to our packs and climbed the first rope-stretching pitch of Pinnacle Gully before testing our self-rescue skills and skiing back down to Pinkham Notch. Jenna and I took a quick break from the snow and circumnavigated St. John down in the U.S. Virgin Islands then, as Summer approached, I found that winter was still lingering in Yosemite and convinced my friend Steve and his buddy Jonah to ski in to Tuolumne Meadows. It turned out to be more of a hike, but it was June and we skied Yosemite. It was glorious. Only a month later I flew out to a remote lodge in Alaska with some family for ten days of fly-fishing 180-miles from the nearest major road. Everything about our trip to that lodge was incredible, even if we did get in a pretty epic speedboat accident.  

2. Survived a Speedboat Accident in Alaska

Speaking of which, trips do not always go according to plan. I suppose that’s how they become adventures. While coming back from fly-fishing up the Iliamna River our shallow water speedboat hit an uprooted tree, became airborne, and flipped. Our guide, my uncle, and my cousin were tossed out of the boat and were able to swim to a sandbar not far away. Unfortunately, I was trapped under the capsized boat clutching my Sony Alpha DSLR and trying to keep it from becoming submerged. I was not successful. As I sunk underwater, arm extended upward, the camera I use for part of my living sank with me. Jenna had been in a speedboat in front of us and, as I swam up towards the surface, she (stupidly) jumped in the river after me. My head and body was trapped under the boat but, by now, my arm was extended outside of it and Jenna rescued the camera for me and swam back to the sandbar. Eventually, I escaped from under the boat, climbed on top of it and swam through the freezing glacier meltwater to our small island. My uncle jumped in as I came closer and hauled on my clothing to get me ashore. My cousin, Kevin, one of our guides and our friend Madeline took the remaining boat to go find help and, for the next few hours, we waited patiently for rescue huddled around a small campfire made of driftwood and kept aflame with gasoline. We all made it out alive and, surprisingly, without any real injury. Except for the camera, that is. It was 2017 so, naturally, my cousin captured it all on Snapchat: http://bit.ly/2Eva2mq.

3. Moved to and from Manhattan

I have moved a lot in my life. I’ve moved so much that I’ve literally spent part of my life debating exactly what it means to be “moving” in the Court of Law. Off the top of my head I must’ve lived in a dozen places since high school. Utah. New Jersey. Colorado. New Jersey, again. New York. Hoboken (New Jersey, again). Wyoming. New York. Atlanta. New York. San Francisco. New York. Austin. New York. Vermont. New York. St. Louis. New York. There are two common themes here. For one, I can’t stay in one place. Secondly, I’m addicted to New York. We had a great apartment just South of Columbus Circle–walking distance to 5th Avenue, Hells Kitchen, and Central Park–forty-two stories above the chaos of Broadway. Then, realizing we are both nomadic by nature, we decided to invest in something more suitable for our lifestyle. I’ll tell you more about that later in 2018.

4. Career Growth

I joined Assembly as their Vice President of Social Strategy, hired amazing people like Jeff, Taylor, and Glenn, helped bring in $45 Million in New Business for Assembly by landing clients like Red Robin and BBC America, and grew my division’s budget management by nearly 400% over the previous year. For Alister & Paine, I finally automated some operations, built more service offerings, and aggressively grew our reach and revenue. We also continued our corporate philanthropy by donating $25,000 in services to help raise money for Prostate Cancer research and men’s mental health awareness. It’s been a record-breaking year in terms of financial growth and I’ve been working for months on a new concept I hope to launch this year in collaboration with the National Park Service.

5. Motorcycle Adventures

Robert Pirsig, author of Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, passed away on April 24, 2017 and I think that may have struck a chord within my subconscious. I sold my Triumph Street Triple, used some Delta miles to book a one way flight to Oklahoma City, and picked up a used Triumph Bonneville T100. I then proceeded to ride it 1,636 miles cross country–through rain and hail–back to New York in under three days. A few weeks later and the bike was completely transformed thanks to British Customs, Dime City Cycles, and A&J Cycles (here’s the build video: http://bit.ly/2CreBQi). Almost immediately after transforming the bike I participated in my first Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride (DGR) through New York City. In all, 93,000 riders in 582 cities from 92 countries rallied to raise $4.85 million dollars all while donning some dapper clothes and twisting the throttle. It was a good year for me and the motorcycle but not necessarily for my friends. My cousin sold his bike and still hasn’t replaced it. One friend went down on his bike and totaled it. Another had his motorcycle stolen. I’m hoping these guys get back on the bike in 2018 so we can log a few more adventures together this year.

6. Did Some Writing

I’ve never really written for the magazine I founded nearly nine years ago but this year I decided to change that. After writing about my 1,564 mile adventure in the Frankfurt Flyer last year for the Porsche 356 Registry I decided to do some more automotive writing. This year I wrote about my collaboration with Rolls Royce and what it’s like to drive the new $3 Million Bugatti Chiron. Outside of the automotive world, I wrote about my experience getting LASIK at the Manhattan Lasik Center and I interviewed entrepreneurs I found inspiring, like Mark Hawwa (CEO of The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride) and Nate Checketts (CEO of Rhone). My 2018 bucket list has me doing much more writing.

7. Made Some Body Modifications

Most of my family isn’t used to seeing me without glasses. In 2017, I finally got LASIK and shed glasses forever (ok, maybe just for the next decade or so before I need reading glasses). It’s been incredible to be able to ride my motorcycle and go skiing without trying to squeeze glasses under my goggles and helmets. It’s a life changer and, if you’re thinking about doing it, you owe it to yourself to go find out if you’re a good candidate for the procedure. I also added some ink from three amazing tattoo artists including Mike Rubendall, Henbo, and David Bruehl. Check my Instagram for pics.  

8. Went Keto

Perhaps this belongs in the body modifcation section, but since it requires constant willpower I’ve decided to give the Ketogenic Diet it’s own section. I succumbed to Joe Rogan’s incessant podcast nagging, tried the ketogenic diet, and lost about 20 pounds in the first three weeks (combined with some workouts from Mountain Athlete). I’ve pretty much stayed “keto” all year and feel fantastic. I noticed better performance skiing in the mountains, dropped several pant sizes (from a 34 to 31), have more energy, and greater mental clarity and focus. I don’t think I’d be able to do this without Jenna, who’s made it her mission to track down the best keto recipes on the planet. Cutting out delicious IPA’s has also been incredibly helpful and maybe that deserves a bullet point, but I’ve really reduced my alcohol intake. Now, instead of grabbing a beer or a glass of wine at night I just make myself some tea and think about how happy I’ll be that I made that decision when I’m in the backcountry lugging less body fat up a mountain.

9. Logged More Miles Driving Fancy Cars Than My Jetta

In 2017 I put more miles on exotic cars than on my own VW Jetta. In fact, I had so many amazing cars delivered to me this year–from the Rolls Royce Wraith to various Ferrari’s and Alfa Romeo’s–that I got rid of my daily driver and added a 1967 Porsche 912 and a pickup truck to the fleet. 

10. Babies and Such

Last year was an amazing year for family. Great friends got married to people they loved. My nieces and nephews are growing into amazing individuals. I’ve somewhat reunited a disparate family by inviting them on some of my adventures and, after months of doctors appointments, we are expecting our first child in July of 2018.

I’ve got a lot planned for 2018 but, if it’s anything like last year, I doubt it will go according to plan. I hope everyone has an incredibly successful 2018 and, if you haven’t done so already, take thirty minutes and really reflect on the last year and all you’ve accomplished and where you can take steps for personal and professional growth. At the very least, it’ll bring back some great memories from the not-so-distant past and might even make you crack a smile.

Cheers.

Brian

Summiting Mt. Washington in a 488GTB to Celebrate Ferrari’s 70th Anniversary

Summiting Mt. Washington in a 488GTB to Celebrate Ferrari’s 70th Anniversary

Thanks to MountainProject I know the exact date I first climbed Mt. Washington. It was November 20, 2004 and my friend (now world-class scientest at Yale) and I climbed up the frozen waterfall that is Pinnacle Gully before hitting 54 mile per hour gusts of wind in the alpine garden and bagging the summit.

It was a first for both Brad and myself. It was our first time climbing together. It was the first time either of us had led an ice climb (I led the first two pitches and Brad led the third and final rope stretching pitch). It was also the first time we had seen each-other since we played Little League together; a fact I did not realize until he brought it up. I had thought he was just a competent stranger I met on a climbing forum online and had no idea he was the same Parry whose father had coached me a decade prior.

I have gone on to climb and ski Mt. Washington several times, sometimes solo (an entry on MountainProject from December 24, 2005 simply reads “Soloed Christmas Eve. One of the best climbs of my life.” I recall little else.) but yesterday was the first time I had ever driven to the summit via the Mt. Washington Auto Road.

True to form, I thought up the idea to drive the Ferrari 488GTB to Mt. Washington’s summit the night before I actually did it. I can be rather impulsive at times.

I had received numerous emails and invitations to attend press junkets for Ferrari’s 70th Anniversary this week in NYC and, since I happened to have a brand new Ferrari parked in the garage downstairs, I figured I might as well do something wildly unique to commemorate the anniversary of an iconic brand that has danced its way in and out of my life for years.

The execution of that idea is the photo to the right.

Six dollars worth of mylar balloons, thirty-eight dollars to drive up the mountain, and a solid nineteen hours of driving.

It's not a proper celebration without birthday balloons on top of New England's tallest mountain.

Sure, I could have splurged for something more extravagant, but what the hell do you buy Ferrari for their birthday?

As you no doubt know from the thousands of bumper stickers regaling tales of minivan adventures across the country, no trip to the summit of Mt. Washington is complete without the bumper sticker telling everyone you’ve been there.

In a rather elitist way inspired by the combination of my preferred literature and music of the time (Mark Twight and NOFX), I used to make fun of those bumper stickers that read “This Car Climbed Mt. Washington”. I smugly held the belief that summits of mountains should be reserved for those who reach them by natural means but my obsession with all things powered by a combustion engine has me rethinking this hard and fast position which I had previously, and passionately, held. And so, the Ferrari had a congratulatory bumper sticker bestowed upon her rear window overlooking both the 3.9 litre 8 cylinder engine and New Hampshire’s White Mountains.

This is probably the meekest accomplishment in the history of Ferrari but it’s all I’ve got. I’m no Schumacher after all.

I'm guessing that's probably the first time that bumper sticker has been on a brand new Ferrari...
Jenna's first time summiting Mt. Washington is wildly different from mine...

No trip to New Hampshire is complete without a trip to Polly’s Pancakes in the aptly named Hamlet of Sugar Hill, just outside Franconia where both Robert Frost and the Old Man on the Mountain used to live.

I certainly did not earn this feast, but I don’t visit New Hampshire as often as I used to so why not have a keto-cheat day (again)? Plus, it’s Ferrari’s birthday celebration. Everyone’s allowed a cheat day for Ferrari’s 70th Anniversary, right?!

What you see below is a corn meal waffle topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, maple butter, granulated maple sugar, and doused in maple syrup. I had two.

So, here’s a sugary toast to Ferrari on their 70th Anniversary. Cento di questi giorni!

The building may have changed but these corn meal waffles at Polly's Pancakes are still the same!
Going All Out for the 2017 Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride

Going All Out for the 2017 Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride

This is the story of how I cashed in my Delta miles for a one-way ticket to Oklahoma City to buy a used Triumph motorcycle from a rock-and-roll youth pastor and rode it 1,636 miles back to New York.

It’s also the story of how I brought some amazing people together to transform that dust-filled bike into a gorgeous Steve McQueen inspired cafe racer and how more than 92,000 moto-enthusiasts from 56 countries got together yesterday to raise over $4.4 Million for the Movember Foundation.

Every year since we started in 2009, Alister & Paine Magazine has supported one non-profit or another through in-kind donations of our products and services. In the past we’ve donated to organizations close to our heart like The Access Fund and Livestrong. This year we decided to support The Movember Foundation by way of participating in The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride (DGR). The money raised goes towards prostate cancer biomedical research and initiatives to support men’s mental health and suicide prevention.

We donated over $25,000 in content marketing and advertising services to help raise awareness of The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride mission and interviewed their founder and CEO, Mark Hawwa, on alisterpaine.com.

In order to participate in the ride, though, I needed a bike that fit the bill.

FINDING A DONOR BIKE FOR THE BUILD

I managed to find a relatively affordable 2014 Triumph Bonneville T100 to ride in the 2017 Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride. The only problem was its location on the border of Texas and Oklahoma in a town aptly named Texoma. I journaled about my three day adventure each night on Instagram. If you’re interested in reading those entries you can find them below.

Motorcycle Diary. Day 1. Praise Jesus & Ride Motorcycles.

I woke up around 3AM this morning with the lights of midtown Manhattan shining in through my apartment windows. A quick shower, shave and kiss and I Ubered to the airport where I caught a flight to Oklahoma City by way of Atlanta. I made it to Tornado Ally by noon and the rain was coming down in buckets. I was buying a Triumph Bonneville T100 sight unseen and riding it back to New York for two main reasons… Continue reading on Instagram

Motorcycle Diary. Day 2. There’s Never Enough Nashville.

Today’s adventure started off with rain, again. After about thirty minutes of trying to put up with the shards of rain slicing my face I decided to do the only reasonable thing a man alone on a motorcycle does in Arkansas on a Saturday morning. I went to Waffle House. Good googly moogly that place is something else. My grits were floating in a sea of butter and the bacon! The bacon is so thin it’s like they took one thick cut piece of bacon and… Continue reading on Instagram

Motorcycle Diary. Day 3. Cold or Cold and Wet.

Today was the longest day. Physically, mentally, and literally. Since Friday afternoon I’ve ridden 1,636 miles from Oklahoma City to New York. My body is numb. My ears are ringing. And I’ve been home for hours. I started the day on the border of Tennessee and Virginia. I rode through the cold, and the rain, in Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania and, finally, New York. The cold, combined with the constant vibration of the Triumph, brought splintering pain… Continue reading on Instagram

BUILDING THE ALISTER & PAINE BONNIE

Thanks to A&J Cycles we were able to turn this virtually stock 2014 Triumph Bonneville into a black and brown cafe racer with cleaner lines and a little extra power in only eight hours (video below).

We got most of the parts from the awesome guys at British Customs and Herm at Dime City Cycles. The front end needed some serious clean up which was accomplished with a short front fender which we kept in a raw aluminum finish, the Low Profile Headlight Bracket, Satin Black Headlight Assembly with a DCC Originals LED Headlight, Low Profile Gauge Relocation Bracket, LSL clip-on handlebars, chocolate colored Biltwell Thruster Grips, and black DCC Originals Bar End Mirrors.

One of the biggest visual changes came from swapping out that stock exhaust (with slip-ons that the previous owner had welded on) with these gorgeous drag pipes from British Customs. Not only did that make the bike look cleaner but it completely changed the way she sounds in a BIG way. To help add a little bit more power and clean things up some more Brian and Jason added the Air Box Removal Kit and Air Injection Removal Kit from British Customs.

To clean up the rear end they completely removed the rear fender, added this Motone Fender Eliminator Kit, and swapped out the stock seat for the Slammer Seat from British Customs (the brown color matches the Biltwell grips perfectly).

They also swapped out the rear sprocket, put a new–lighter weight (and non-rusted)–chain on, replaced the rear shocks, cleaned the front fork gaskets of debris, and put on some new tires. All-in, I think they dropped about thirty pounds of unnecessary weight off the bike and made her look like a bike worth way more than it cost!

CUSTOM LIVERY FROM TUKI

The finishing touches were two hand-painted side covers by Travis “TuKi” Hess (click the link to watch a video of him hand painting the side covers!). Personally, I love pinstriping and hand lettering. I can watch Instagram videos of guys like TuKi all day long.

I decided the bike–and I–already had a bit of a motto after the adventure we’d been on together and had recently discovered the latin phrase “Auribus teneo lupum” which means “I grab the wolf by the ears”. To quote Mentalfloss, the phrase “comes from Phormio (c.161BC), a work by the Roman playwright Terence—was once a popular proverb in Ancient Rome. Like “holding a tiger by the tail,” it is used to describe an unsustainable situation, and in particular one in which both doing nothing and doing something to resolve it are equally risky.”

Sounds about right.

WHAT IT TAKES TO BE NAMED THE “MOST DAPPER” IN NEW YORK CITY’S DGR

There was some fierce competition out there and if I couldn’t join the ranks of the biggest fundraisers (I barely made Top 100, which goes to show how awesome guys like Vincent Nikolai are at raising money for the DGR) than I had better at least place for looking good!

The suit is from Alton Lane, a premium bespoke tailor with showrooms in a dozen cities across the country. I chose a lighter weight wool/silk/linen blend from Scabal’s St. Tropez collection which turned out to be a good choice since it was ninety degrees in the city yesterday.

On an ordinary day I may have been over-accessorized but this was no ordinary day. For cufflinks I rocked some Ox & Bull Silver & Gold Day of the Dead Skulls from cufflinks.com. On my hands I went all out with eight custom rings from jewelers I scoured the world (ok, I scoured Etsy and Instagram) for. The rings came from Rough Design Co, Black Rock Jewel, Joel Muller, JM Custom Skull Rings, and Hi Octane.

SHOP THE LOOK

THE CROWNING TOUCH

DGR sponsor and British motorcycle helmet manufacturer, Hedon, sent me this gorgeous Hedonist helmet in with a silver foiled finish for the ride and asked me to find a local artist to give it a custom touch.

In keeping with the theme of the bike, I found Jon from Handsigns who hand lettered the bike’s motto across the cap of the helmet. Jon’s work is incredible. I was able to visit his studio in Crown Heights to see some of his other projects and it seriously just makes me want to add hand lettering to everything I own. He really took an already beautiful helmet to the next level.

Of course, everyone always notices the goggles (which I couldn’t even wear before I got LASIK last month).

I first saw these goggles in a picture of Chris Runge driving one of his aluminum bodied Frankfurt Flyers and it’s one of the things you simply can’t substitute with anything else. These authentic British WWII fighter pilot inspired goggles from Halcyon really completed the cafe racer look.

A SMASHING SUCCESS

All in all, my first Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride was a resounding success.

As a company, Alister & Paine Magazine was able to support a great charity and donated more than $25,000 in services to raise awareness for the cause. As a global event the statistics are staggering. More than 92,000 moto-enthusiasts from 56 countries raised nearly $4.5 Million for prostate cancer biomedical research and to support men’s mental health and suicide prevention. Plus, I got to dress to the nines with a thousand other gents in New York City and have the NYPD block traffic for us while we toured through Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens.

A huge thank you goes out to every single company and individual who helped us pull off the most successful Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride, yet. It wouldn’t have been possible without you!

MY COLLABORATION WITH ROLLS ROYCE & MIKE RUBENDALL

MY COLLABORATION WITH ROLLS ROYCE & MIKE RUBENDALL

I remember the day I quit my day job to commit to launching Alister & Paine Magazine.

It was December 3, 2008 and I was twenty-five years old. I was working at a publishing house and my boss had just tried to cut me out of a five-figure commission check. He told me I could take $1,000 and keep my job or have the entire commission I had earned and leave for good.

I called his bluff and told him to cut the check right then and there.

That commission check was the seed money I used to launch Alister & Paine and, at the time, I couldn’t have imagined that one day I’d orchestrate a collaboration between my company, the most prestigious British car manufacturer of all-time, and one of the world’s most talented celebrity tattoo artists.

Mike is the owner of Kings Avenue Tattoo and is a very legitimate entrepreneur in his own right. You might recognize him from any number of tattoo shows like Inked or Ink Masters. Hell, VICE even featured him in a documentary. The man is an incredibly talented artist and entrepreneur with a loyal following and a two-and-a-half-year wait list.

I’ve spent the past few months working with the amazing people at Rolls Royce and Kings Avenue Tattoo to help promote the release of the 2017 Black Badge Wraith. Truth be told, Jenna gets all the credit for orchestrating everything… I just had the idea.

This week, Alister & Paine published the culmination of that collaboration with the piece entitled The New Black Badge Wraith is the Baddest Rolls Royce, Yet.

Portrait of Mike Rubendall by Brian Aitken
Portrait of Mike Rubendall by Brian Aitken

My dad always told me, “You are who you surround yourself with,” and I couldn’t be more proud of the fact that I’ve been able to work with the great people at Rolls Royce (again) and Kings Avenue. It’s a great opportunity to look back and reflect on the road that brought me here and all of the amazing people who’s paths have crossed with mine over the years.

Check out some of the photos from the collaboration below and be sure to check out the actual article I wrote on the new 2017 Rolls Royce Black Badge Wraith.

In the words of Hannibal (from the A-Team… not Lecter), “I love it when a plan comes together.”

Rolls Royce Black Badge Edition Wraith Mike Rubendall Kings Avenue Tattoo
Photo by Taylor King © Alister & Paine Magazine 2017.
Rolls Royce Black Badge Edition Wraith Mike Rubendall Kings Avenue Tattoo
Photo by Taylor King © Alister & Paine Magazine 2017.
Rolls Royce Black Badge Edition Wraith Mike Rubendall Kings Avenue Tattoo
Photo by Taylor King © Alister & Paine Magazine 2017.
Rolls Royce Black Badge Edition Wraith Mike Rubendall Kings Avenue Tattoo
Photo by Taylor King © Alister & Paine Magazine 2017.
1,465 Miles in a Frankfurt Flyer

1,465 Miles in a Frankfurt Flyer

This article originally appeared in the November/December 2016 edition of the Porsche 356 Regsitry.

The very first thing anyone asks when they see the Frankfurt Flyer is always, “What the heck is that thing?”.

No, it’s not a kit car. No, it’s not technically a Porsche. It is something else altogether. Perhaps the best way to describe the Rünge Frankfurt Flyer is that it’s a Porsche powered work of art; an homage to the craft, passion, and obsession of men like Walter Glöckler and Petermax Müller.

These were the pioneers, or perhaps rather the madmen, who built the predecessors to the modern Porsche we all know and love today. Driven by the desire to go faster, these rocketmen had octane in their blood and found innovative—and sometimes desperate—ways to get more speed out of the cars they built. Utilizing the time tested approach of squeezing more power out of whatever motors they had on hand and shaving weight wherever possible, they would race these handbuilt aluminum cars throughout Germany during the 1940’s and 50’s.

Of course, these creations also found their way into the renowned Mille Miglia, Nürburgring and other races. These endurance events were considered the most dangerous motoring competitions of their time—and that is precisely where I got the idea to drive one of Christopher Rünge’s Frankfurt Flyers from his home state of Minnesota to the winding roads of the Hudson River Valley.

Nearly a year earlier I had commissioned Chris to build Frankfurt Flyer #005. My specs were simple: stay pure to the heritage of the car, use a Porsche 356C “Bruchrasa” engine—aptly named for Tom Bruch, the engine builder who set his first land speed record at Bonneville in a 1967 Porsche 356 Carrera Speedster—and divert from the legacy only in one area. I wanted the wheels to remind me of the early morning sky in the Sierra Nevada.

My plan was to book a one way ticket to Minnesota, drive to the Rünge workshop, jump in the cockpit and drive nearly 1,500 miles on state highways through cornfields and mountains as fast as I could.

Just as I had grown up idolizing mountaineers and adventurers like Sir Edmund Hillary and the more egomaniacal, and insanely accomplished Mark Twight, I found the mostly obscure and anonymous toolroom racers of the past becoming the heroes of my adult childhood. I wanted badly to experience the blistering heat, the blinding sun, and the prayer that you make it through the turn just as I had wanted badly to experience hurricane force winds atop remote mountains in my youth.

Like all adventures, things did not start off according to plan. When I arrived at Chris’s house early on a Friday afternoon in the woods of central Minnesota, I was quickly introduced to the raw handbuilt time machine I’d be piloting back through farm lands to Silicon Alley. The simplicity was astounding. Each of the rivets perfectly spaced. The sun gleamed off every angle of the aluminum body. The blue wheels mimicked the bluebird sky reflecting off the hand hammered aluminum.

She was, I thought, perfect.

I stuffed a duffle bag, camera, and small tool kit under the aluminum tonneau cover and, without much fanfare, I was off.

Unfortunately, I only made it about ninety miles before Chris had to pick me up, stranded on the side of the road, with what we thought must have been a bad generator that drained the battery of all life. She simply wouldn’t start.

After a day of nonstop problem solving we had figured out it wasn’t the generator at all. The aftermarket voltage regulator Chris had initially used was reversed and unlabeled. With a new Bosch regulator installed, courtesy of a local gearhead’s Super Beetle, I was on my way by Sunday morning. As the Flyer approached mile 356 on the odometer I found myself thinking of the men who inspired this car, and the cars of their time, nearly seventy years ago.

Years before becoming an official Porsche racer, Petermax Müller built one of the first of these kinds of toolroom racers in postwar Germany around 1947. Food in Germany was incredibly scarce and Müller used his access to food to barter with Wolfsburg engineers for their services. This is the earliest example of a “Frankfurt Flyer” style racer that I know of, but they peppered the German countryside during the decade after the end of the war. 

They used mostly Volkswagen parts from military vehicles like the Kübelwagen and Schwimmwagen but, around the same time a car dealer and motorcycle racer in Frankfurt named Walter Glöckler was also building VW-based lightweight racers.

It’s impossible to believe that Dr. Porsche had no idea what these men were up to, using 356 engines and parts to build something faster and, with all due respect, better.

I pulled off that first night at Pikes Peak State Park in Iowa, overlooking the Mississippi River a short pitch from the shores of Wisconsin. The campground was full and the sky was dark when the Flyer sought shelter, louder than I would have hoped, away from the prying eyes of any park ranger who might want to kick me out for not having a campsite.

Fatigued, sunburnt, and smelling of oil and exhaust I passed out under the Iowa sky to the sound of locomotives in the distance.

Six hours later I was showered and back on the road before nearly anyone at the campground was awake. As I rolled up and down the beautiful country roads that border both these states I mused about the history of the car, and by default the history of Porsche. There is so much history that we as modern Porsche owners have taken for granted. While 356ers may know the name, only a small minority of the Boxster and 911 drivers I come across have any idea who Walter Glöckler even is.

As someone who’s new to the world or Porsche ownership I’m amazed at the blank response I get from fellow Porsche owners when I mention Glöckler’s name. I can count the number of people on one hand who have recognized Petermax Müller’s name. But these were the archetypes behind the cars we know and love today. In many ways, the 550 was born from these designs.

I stopped somewhere in Indiana for gas and to check on mechanicals. With the rear shell open she attracts the attention of men of all ages. Old toothless gear heads, rednecks, yuppies, but the girl eyeing me up was none of those. Six feet of legs and Polo Red lipstick in a floral sundress. With a glance she suggested things far too inappropriate for a Sunday morning. I expected to watch her get in her boyfriends car and peer back at me but she, an apparition, was gone by the time I had finished fueling up the Flyer.

I hit the road again and watched the odometer climb over a thousand miles. A thousand miles. That may have been more mileage than all of the other Frankfurt Flyers combined, and it was only my second day. As I approached a train crossing I felt the heat suddenly become overwhelming and the Flyer began to lose power. She had been accelerating, climbing, and turning like I imagined a P-52 would have handled. Loudly, but decisively. Now, without warning, I was in the middle of congested traffic with a lack of power to the wheels.

In the past, racers would have had a crew riding alongside them with spare parts and knowledge to keep the car in the race. Me? I had Chris. Masochistically loyal to his customers, and rightfully proud of his creations, he checked in with me every few hours to see how the ride was going. On several occasions we leveraged the wonderful beauty of the iPhone’s FaceTime to troubleshoot small problems, like a lack of acceleration due to a slipping throttle cable, which was easily fixed with me hanging upside down out of the single-seater cockpit of the Flyer, all the while entertaining the questions and amazement of fellow travelers.

I don’t recall how I first found out about Christopher Rünge’s handbuilt cars. According to my email records, I first reached out to him on May 31, 2015. At the time, he had only built two of his now relatively famous Flyers. A week later he would publicly unveil his third handbuilt racer and he had just started to build his fourth. After seeing photos of these raw aluminum bodied racers, I knew I had to have the fifth. I didn’t quite know how I would get my hands on Number Five, but if Müller could build his original racer piece by piece in exchange for food at a time when the memory of using Deutschmarks for kindling was still fresh in the minds of millions of Germans, then I certainly had no excuse.

I was looking for a car that could be a daily driver if I wanted it to be. Something solid with a rust free body and pristine frame. I wanted a vintage racer to drive hard through the twists of the Catskills, but didn’t want the fear of a twisted frame or seventy year old mechanicals not being able to hold up to the stress of driving—really driving—these cars the way they were intended to be driven.

That’s why I thought, somewhat naively, that this beautiful toolroom racer would be the perfect daily driver for me.

As I barreled down the eastern Pennsylvania mountains the front end bucked up and down against the storm winds lifting up the front end. Lightning flashed on the horizon but I was deaf to any sound of thunder.

All I could hear was the melodic percussion of Tom Bruch’s horizontal four. I hoped the storm would hold off, or that I’d somehow skirt it, until I got home.

But the rain began to fall. Slowly at first. I thought I had been hit in the face with a small rock. Then more. The rain sandblasted my face and felt like shards of glass against my sunburnt forehead.

I pulled off the road, took shelter in the parking lot of a 24 hour Denny’s, and hastily covered my faithful chariot in the waterproof canvas tarp I hard brought for exactly this occasion.

I had known I’d be threading the needle through at least two or three thunderstorms, and I wove my way around two of them, but the third had hit early and caught me by surprise. The forecast was bleak, but I decided to ignore the weather predictions on my iPhone and trust my instinct. As soon as the rain began to fade I was out in the parking lot checking the oil and tire pressure before taking off beneath a cascade of lightning that illuminated the slick roads ahead.

Fifty six hours after setting off from Minnesota I was home. The skin was peeling off my forehead from the wind and sunburn, my eyes were wide from the adrenaline and alertness required to pilot me home as fast and as safely as possible, and I could hear the engine roaring in my ears hours after she had been put to bed.

I had traveled 1,465 miles from start to finish, and I felt the camaraderie between beast and man. A bond reserved for those who have made it through something spectacular. Where, but for the grace of God and German engineering, things could have gone terribly wrong.

My Cocktail: The St. Louis Time Machine

My Cocktail: The St. Louis Time Machine

I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Show Me State lately and wanted to craft a cocktail that blended the preferred drink of MadMen worldwide with something uniquely St. Louis.

The drink I came up with is an Old Fashioned inspired by Gooey Butter Cake, a sugary dessert St. Louis is famous for. It’s a little sweeter than the average Old Fashioned, and distinctly absent of an orange or cherry flavor, which I think makes it stand on it’s own.

I served it up at a recent party with sixty industry execs and it went pretty fast. Now, MidWesterners are deceptively polite… but I think they loved it.

The recipe is below. Stir one up and let me know what you think.

Brian Aitken toasting his Saint Louis Time Machine Cocktail

‘ST. LOUIS TIME MACHINE’ RECIPE

2 oz Four Roses Single Cask Bourbon
0.5 oz Bulleit Rye
0.5 oz Pecan Whiskey
1 teaspoon Buttershots
2 drops Bittermens Burlesque Bitters

I usually make these in 15 drink batches and shake gently just to get those bitters to open up. If you’re making one at a time and are a slow drinker I recommend a subtle stir and serving on the rocks. Otherwise, add a splash of water, spill over some rocks, and enjoy.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. Here’s to the best for you and yours.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Two-thousand-and-fifteen started off as a bit of a mixed blessing.

On the one hand, my memoir made Amazon’s Bestseller’s list and Jenna had finished both chemotherapy and radiation treatment, but we weren’t out of the woods yet.

For most of 2014, we’d been battling to keep our “muchness”, to borrow a sentiment from Lewis Carrol’s Mad Hatter, and as Jenna recovered we found ourselves searching for the muchness that we’d fought so hard to keep flickering alive against cancer’s gale.

Despite the rough start, the year will be remembered for several blessings. We finally found a place to call home in Vermont, perhaps “basecamp” is a better word for nomad’s like us, and I joined the Board of Directors of The Bridges Vermont Resort & Tennis Club.

“Tennis?!” You’re probably asking yourself, “I didn’t even know Brian played tennis!”

I don’t.

But the resort is a stone’s throw from some of the best skiing in New England and, you know me, I like to control where my money’s being spent! Naturally, I’m chairing the Marketing Committee and I set out to change the logo and the website immediately. Some things will never change.

A few days later, I was hired by Ketchum–one of the world’s largest PR firms–to temporarily lead part of their Digital Strategy division as the Managing Supervisor of Paid Media in New York City. So, back to New York we went.

I worked with some great clients at Ketchum, but after helping Hewlett-Packard transition into two new companies my project came to an end. The people I worked alongside were some of the best professionals I’d ever been surrounded by, and I was blessed to call Ketchum home, even if only for six months.

In August, Jenna and I managed a quick trip to California, where I climbed two of North America’s 50 Classic Climbs in Yosemite and, according to local climbing guide Greg Coit, set the speed record from Yosemite Valley to Tuolumne Meadows in a Maserati Ghibli Q4 S (a loaner from Maserati, who we were blessed to have as a client in 2015).

Climbing Snake Dike on Half Dome in Yosemite!
Climbing Cathedral Peak in Yosemite's Tuolumne Valley.

California, and Yosemite in particular, holds a special place in our hearts. We were engaged in Carmel back when I lived in San Francisco and I had spent time hiking solo on the John Muir Trail during the wildfires of 2014. The Captain remains unclimbed by me, but it was an amazing experience topping out on Half Dome’s Snake Dike and seeing the bewildered expressions of those who had hiked up the Cable Route.

We’ve rounded out the year with the beginnings of a new book, to be published in 2016, about business, marketing, and entrepreneurship and with a trial date set to be reunited with my son on January 29, 2016.

The road has been long, the year went fast, and like those hikers on top of Half Dome, Jenna and I can’t help but feel blessed when we look around and see where we are, and how far we’ve come.

Best wishes to you and yours this holiday season. Here’s to your health, strength, and happiness in two-thousand-and-sixteen.

In Liberty,

Brian D. Aitken

If the New York Times Branded Content Solution is So Awful, Why Do We Keep Buying It?

If the New York Times Branded Content Solution is So Awful, Why Do We Keep Buying It?

Last quarter I ran a branded content campaign with the New York Times (Wikipedia: Branded Content) that included a paid post and display banners across the entirety of the nytimes.com website. To be blunt, I didn’t think it was worth it. But why not and, more importantly, why did my client disagree?

The design? Not so great.

The New York Times Paid Post is a lackluster user experience at best. When compared to Mashable’s Immersive BrandSpeak it’s almost embarrassing. Seriously, compare this Paid Post from the New York Times to this BrandSpeak from Mashable (I wasn’t involved in either of these campaigns). We know the Times can do better, because their editorial team creates gorgeous content for the magazine. They started strong with their first campaign for Netflix (which was ranked in the Times top 1,000 articles last year), but it’s pretty much been downhill from there.

No commenting.

This seems to be a common theme across nearly all branded content providers. Mashable doesn’t appear to offer commenting on their BrandSpeak posts but Ars Technica and Alister & Paine both offer commenting. Why does it matter? Commenting is a valuable space for communities to engage around a story. We want to see people thoughtfully engaging in the story, but the concerns are valid for the Times and others who turn off commenting for branded content. What if half of the comments are people complaining about how the Times sold out, or the end of journalistic integrity? That’s not good for anyone. Some clients don’t even want comments sections turned on (I’m looking at you, Big Pharma) but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be an option.

It’s kinda pricey.

In an AdAge article from last year, DELL admitted to paying “six-figures” for their activation with the New York Times. For obvious reasons, I’m not at liberty to say exactly how much my client paid for their campaign but I can confirm the ambiguously vague “six-figure” price tag quoted by AdAge is accurate.

Compare that to Mashable, Ars Technica, Alister & Paine’s Direct Publishing, The Atlantic, or nearly any other branded content solution out there and it’s exponentially more expensive. That, perhaps, is part of it’s charm. Like a Ferrari. But this is more like if Ferrari made a four-cylinder car that was kind of ugly and still charged you six-figures for it. It just doesn’t make sense, but some sucker will still buy it because it has a Ferrari emblem on the grille.

Why we keep going back.

Are advertisers gluttons for punishment? Maybe. Ok, yes, definitely. But even that doesn’t explain why we keep going back to a product that costs way more than the competition, looks pretty horrible, and has fairly poor performance. So, why do our clients keep asking us to buy it?

Because, dummy, it’s the New York Times.

Brands see it as a shortcut to get under the masthead of one of the most prestigious journals of all time, and they’re right. That’s why they’re going to continue to pay a premium for the foreseeable future, and it’s also why there’s no incentive for the Times to make their product look–or perform–better than the competition.

PR Advice for Startups from DigiDay, Elite Daily, and Me.

PR Advice for Startups from DigiDay, Elite Daily, and Me.

Last night I was on a panel of experts talking to Silicon Alley entrepreneurs about how startups can cut through the noise and reach their target audience.

The other panelists included Luis A. Navia of Elite Daily, Aaron Gottlieb of DigiDay, Yannis Moati of HotelsByDay, and João-Pierre S. Ruth of Xconomy.

Who Are These “Experts”?

I’m going to run through this fast, so I can get to to what you’re really here for: PR tips for your startup.

Luis leads Innovation and Culture at Elite Daily, a Gen Y website with more than 25 million monthly unique visitors. Aaron runs audience development for DigiDay, an industry leader on digital marketing and advertising. Yannis is the founder and CEO of HotelsByDay which, as it’s name implies, provides day-stays for weary travelers. One thing Yannis and I both have in common is that we founded (or co-founded, in his case) companies that specialize in exotic or adrenaline travel. I hope he got more money for his company than I did for mine! The panel was also joined by, João-Pierre S. Ruth, who is the New York editor of Xconomy, a national local-first business blog dedicated to startups and technology.

The panel was moderated by Wazi, a Venture Capitalist and Boston Consulting Group alumni who is currently the Director of Entrepreneurship at Mercy College. And, of course, there was me.

Luis A. Navia

Luis A. Navia

Elite Daily

Aaron Gottlieb

DigiDay

Yannis Moati

HotelsByDay

João-Pierre S. Ruth

Xconomy

We didn’t agree on everything, but here’s what we did agree on:

Focus on Who You Are First

One of the things that stuck with me the most–even though I’ve been there several times already myself with my own startups–is to focus on your product first. Elite Daily made a pact not to attend a single trade show or networking event for the first three years. By the time year three came around, they sold their company to the Daily Mail for $50 million. Why? Because they focused on their product first.

I’d take this advice a step further, by writing down who you are and fleshing out a “brand filter”. A style guide would be great, but at bare minimum your startup needs to decide on it’s voice and tone. Figure out who you’re going to be, and write it on paper so you can reference it when you start trying to be everything to everyone (all entrepreneurs are guilty of it while they’re chasing the black). It’s not until you truly know who you are that you’re ready to engage the media or the public. Nail that down first, everything else comes later.

Personalize Your Pitch

This one was unanimous from the media guys on the panel: standard press releases go straight into the trash. Press releases are an impersonal waste of time for everyone involved. If you’re going to bother pitching the media, take the time to do your due diligence. Learn more about the publication you’re pitching to make sure it’s even a right fit. Find the right editorial contact and see what they’ve worked on in the past. Compliment a recent piece of theirs and talk about their work before you pitch them on you or your client. Trust me, this small amount of personalization goes a long way. Speaking of which, if you haven’t bothered to take the time to find out what their name is don’t expect them to take the time to read your pitch, let alone write about it.

Stop Pitching Everyone

Startups can be a little desperate for press coverage, so much so that they’ll pitch anyone who will listen. That’s great, an entrepreneur should be his or her own greatest advocate, but when it’s time to pitch the media I advise startups to identify the five or ten journalists who have the power to change their lives with a single media hit.

Instead of sending the same press release to five-hundred journalists, craft five incredibly tailored pitches to the writers who could change your life overnight. Then keep pitching them. Stay respectful. Don’t spam them. Give them space. But stay persistent and always provide them value.

Embrace Pay-to-Play

Nearly everyone agreed, with the exception of a very nice person in the audience who worked for a boutique PR firm, that companies NEED to pay-to-play if they’re serious about their content game. And, let’s face it, if you’re not serious about your content-game then your not serious about marketing or communications.

Let me break it down this way: the second a company hires a PR pro to represent them, they are paying to play. They might not be paying a blogger for a sponsored post, but they’re paying someone.

As little as $3,200 could get your startup featured in Alister & Paine Magazine. Another $1,600 in native amplification could get that sponsored editorial in front of another 3.6 million people and drive over 2,400 clicks to your piece of content.

That’s only a $4,800 investment for millions of eyeballs.

The average startup pays exponentially more than that before they even see their first blog post that usually doesn’t have more than a few hundred readers. It’s just simple math: paying to play let’s you cut to the front of the line and puts you in front of your target audience immediately.

Is it as easy as I make it sound? No. But it’s not as difficult as most startups think it is. Agree or disagree? Let me know in the comments.

My Webinar with Taboola on Modernizing Public Relations

My Webinar with Taboola on Modernizing Public Relations

Last week Taboola (Business Insider: Billion-dollar unicorn Taboola has just raised more millions in funding, and now plans to conquer China) hosted a webinar with me around the topic of modernizing public relations.

Over 300 people registered, including executives from companies like Samsung, Ancestry.com, LiveNation, InStyle, HarperCollins, ASOS and Lending Tree to hear about how the world of corporate communications is changing and what they can do to leverage paid media in their digital communications strategies.

I’ll be summarizing the webinar later next week for those who weren’t able to join. In the meantime you can watch the webinar below (the graphics are pretty cool, but it’s mostly audio so you can listen along while at work or commuting).

If you’re ready to add native to your communications strategy, check out Taboola, the world’s leading discovery platform, and Ketchum, one of the world’s oldest and most successful PR firms.