#zebra porsche

[yaolukexi]

Only the real fan can find it 🦓

[nick-cassidy]

porsche @ 6 hours of COTA

📸:

1-5. Julien Delfosse / DPPI

6. Javier Jimenez / DPPI

7-8. porschemotorsportnorthamerica

[matsbaby]

Stalker much?

photographer!matt x popular!reader

warnings: mentions of sexual content

Matt had photographed you before.

Many times, actually. Through the lens of his camera, he had captured you walking down the hallway, laughing with your friends, flipping your hair over your shoulder in that effortless way that made his brain short-circuit.

He liked to think he was subtle about it, but deep down, he knew—knew that his fingers trembled a little too much when you looked in his direction, that his camera strap nearly slipped off his shoulder when you walked past him in your signature scent of vanilla and something expensive. He was hopeless. Absolutely, pathetically hopeless.

So when his English teacher paired him with you for the upcoming literature project, he was sure his heart stopped beating for a full five seconds before kicking back into an erratic rhythm.

“Hey, Matt.”

He nearly swallowed his tongue.

You were standing in front of him, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just rendered his entire nervous system useless. He forced himself to meet your eyes, which was a mistake, because up close, you were even more stunning—your sweet eyes, your long mascara clad lashes fluttering slightly as you waited for him to respond.

“Yeah?” he stammered, gripping the edge of his desk.

You smiled. God, your smile. “Do you wanna study at your place or mine?”

It took him an embarrassing amount of time to process the question. “Mine,” he blurted. “I mean—if that’s okay with you. But if you want, we can totally do yours, or even the library, or—”

“Your place is fine.” You tilted your head. “Text me your address?”

He nodded too quickly, fumbling with his phone like he’d never used it before.

By the time you left, he was sure of one thing: this project was going to kill him.

Your first study session at his house was awkward, but not unbearably so. Matt was nervous—of course he was nervous—but you made it easier than he expected.

You lounged comfortably on his bed, flipping through your copy of The Great Gatsby, while he sat stiffly at his desk, pretending to focus on his notes instead of the way your skirt hiked up just slightly when you shifted.

By the third study session, you invited him to your place.

Walking into your bedroom was like stepping into another world. High ceilings stretched above him, the walls painted a soft, elegant grey. Framed black-and-white photos adorned the space alongside a cheeky print reading ‘Need money for Porsche’.

A luxurious walk-in closet stood slightly ajar, revealing rows of perfectly arranged clothes and an open drawer brimming with delicate, lacy bras in every color imaginable. Dark red, navy blue, classic white and black, pale pink… even fun prints like leopard and zebra.

Matt swallowed hard.

Pink peonies sat in a pristine vase on your nightstand. Your vanity was expansive and immaculate, lined with neatly arranged perfume bottles and candles that filled the room with the scent of warm vanilla and jasmine.

You plopped onto your bed, crossing your legs to the side to keep your skirt from revealing too much, and gestured for him to sit beside you. “You coming, or are you just gonna stand there and gawk at my room?”

He snapped out of it, forcing a chuckle. “Right. Sorry.”

You smiled at him as he hesitantly sat down. “So, The Great Gatsby…”

He tried to explain a passage to you, but his brain malfunctioned every time you shifted, every time your perfume hit his nose, every time your gaze landed on him with that teasing glint. He stuttered over his words, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Then, out of nowhere, you dropped a bombshell.

“Did you know Fitzgerald didn’t actually write this book?”

Matt blinked. “Huh?”

You nodded, lips curving in amusement. “Yeah. There’s a whole theory about it. Apparently his wife Zelda did and he just… stole it for fame.”

He stared at you, realization hitting him like a freight train. You weren’t just the effortlessly cool, unattainable popular girl with the perfect hair and a closet full of designer clothes. You were smart. And funny. And so much more than he ever let himself imagine.

His crush was somehow getting worse.

…

At some point, you took an ice cream break.

The second you left, Matt—like every other teenage boy in a girl’s room—let his curiosity win.

He wandered over to your vanity, where a small journal lay open. His eyes skimmed the to-do list:

1. Go grocery shopping

2. Gym

3. Shower

4. Attempt to make cookies

A small smile tugged at his lips.

His gaze landed on another item: a perfect first edition of Lolita. That was…. surprisingly arousing.

Before he could process it further, you returned, catching him mid-snoop. “Having fun?”

He jolted, face heating. “I wasn’t—I mean, I—”

You laughed, shaking your head as you sat back down. “Relax. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Oh, fuck.

You changed the subject, asking him about photography, and for the first time, he relaxed. Talking about his passion came naturally, and soon, the conversation flowed. Until—

He smeared chocolate on his jeans.

“Hold still you got a little-,” you instructed, leaning in to brush it off.

He stopped breathing.

It was right on his dick.

“Woah—hey!” He nearly choked. “I-I got it! It’s fine!”

“You’re making it worse.” You pressed harder, your touch burning through the denim.

He was going to die. Right here. On your bed.

His body betrayed him in the worst way possible. He could only think one thing Hot girl touching me- hot girl touching me- hot girl touching me—

“I-I’ll get it off in the bathroom” he yelped, bolting to his feet.

Once inside, he gripped the sink, willing his very obvious problem to go away. He thought of grandmas, teachers—hell, even algebra. Nothing worked. He was still hard.

By the time he returned, he was semi-soft, and you—being the absolute angel you were—had already highlighted passages in his book to help him.

He was never going to recover from this.

…

When it was time for him to leave, you walked him to the door.

“Come by tomorrow?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Then, before he could process what was happening, you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Bye, Matt,” you murmured, your voice laced with something sweet, something dangerous.

He stood frozen as you shut the door.

As he walked to his car, something made him glance up.

Matt shouldn’t have looked. He knew that. He should’ve just gotten in his car, driven home, and tried not to replay the feeling of your lips on his cheek over and over in his head.

But when he turned, just one last time, his gaze was drawn to your window like a magnet.

And there you were.

Your room was illuminated by the soft glow of your vanity lights, casting golden shadows on your walls.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror, your reflection sharp, ethereal. Your top was gone, tossed somewhere onto your bed, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dangerously revealing cheetah-print lingerie.

The bra hugged your curves perfectly, the lace detailing delicate yet bold, framing the swell of your breasts in a way that made his throat go dry. The matching panties sat low on your hips, accentuating the smoothness of your skin, the sleek lines of your body.

But it was how you looked in the mirror that made something tighten deep in Matt’s chest. The slight arch of your back, the way your hands delicately cupped your tits, adjusting the lace, your fingers grazing over the soft fabric as if you were savoring the feel of it. Your lips were parted just slightly, the gloss catching the light, your hair falling effortlessly around your shoulders in a way that looked both intentional and completely natural. Messy, but perfect.

It was something out of the ‘90s. One of those raw, unfiltered supermodel moments—Kate Moss in a dimly lit dressing room, Naomi Campbell caught between wardrobe changes, Cindy Crawford fixing her lipstick in a mirror.

Except this wasn’t a magazine shoot. This wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes. This was you.

And Matt—who knew better, who knew he shouldn’t—reached for his camera anyway.

He barely even thought about it. It was a need. A photographer’s instinct.

The shutter clicked.

The image froze in time.

You, turned towards the window with your body, but towards the mirror with your face, your side profile sharp and breathtaking. The soft curve of your waist and hips, the elegant arch of your neck. The subtle part of your lips, the tension in your hands as they held your own body, as if you were trying to appreciate yourself through your own touch.

It was art.

It was you.

And Matt—despite everything, despite knowing how wrong it was—knew it was one of the best shots he had ever taken.

This is actually so embarrassing to post but it’s been sitting in my drafts for like forever so.

English is not my first language guys 😭 but I tried. i have no idea if im gonna make a part two, maybe if u like it idk.

lots of love,

Mats 💐

[pharawee]

WAIT! I didn't see the snake before!

So when Junior is turned into a human it's established that all the animals before him that turned human appear on this wall.

There's an elephant, a zebra, a buffalo, a monkey, a panther and a snake (and now a penguin too).

So Nam has to be the snake!

And Sun of course is the panther.

I can't wait to find out who the other animals are (and where Little is since he's apparently gone too?). Jodd (Jaonine) is human but Jeng (Nokia) could still be one of the animals. And I'm hoping that Porsch and Arm's characters are animals too. 🙏

[jessmac566]

What mascot should each of the Porsche Penske cars have, we already have a zebra for the imsa #6, so only need imsa #7 and wec #5 and #6.

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT MAGAZINE: January 2003

Rico: Man of Mystery

What Does WWE’s Best-Dressed Man Have Up His Sleeve?

By Brian Solomon

The lime green 911 Porsche Carerra roared recklessly down the Las Vegas Strip, Sin City’s famous main drag. Cars swerved left and right to get out of its path, some barely making it. Numerous pedestrians on their way to chance their hard-earned cash at the casinos stopped to catch a glimpse of the speeding sports car. 

Behind the wheel sat Rico, WWE’s stylist/wrestler extraordinaire, a look of feverish anxiety in his eyes. His zebra-print ascot whipped in the wind as he made his way ever closer to his destination. In his haste, he spilled most of his Starbucks’ double Frappuccino all over the plaid-upholstered interior. He’d have to deal with that later. He had a much bigger problem on his hands. 

Turning down a side street, he finally spotted the place–Francis & Joseph’s of Vegas, the town’s finest dry-cleaning establishment. Reputed to be the place where legendary grappler Gorgeous George brought his luxurious jackets and robes to be pressed, it was the kind of business that was perfectly suited to a man of Rico’s epicurean tastes. He had been there earlier that day to drop off some clothes, but had only just realized that he had absent-mindedly left something in the pocket of one of those items. 

The car came to a screeching halt in front of Francis & Joseph’s and its dapper occupant came tumbling out the driver’s side door. Barging through the front door of the cleaning establishment, he quickly made his way to the front desk. Just as he expected, Henri, the prim and portly store manager, was standing behind it in his usual place. 

“Ah, Monsieur Rico!” exclaimed Henri. “How are you doing zis afternoon?”

“Don’t gimme that!” Rico shot back. “You know what I came for. Where’s my overcoat?”

“Overcoat? Whatever do you mean, sir?”

“The paisley one, the one I just brought in here. Where is it? I need to see it. You haven’t looked at it yet, have you?”

“Oui, zee paisley overcoat! Very dashing, Monsieur Rico. No, I’m afraid we haven't gotten to it yet. I’ll take you to it. Right zis way, sir.”

Henri led Rico down a long, narrow room. On either side hung countless articles of clothing of varying size and shape. At the end, on the left side, hung a long, powder-blue suede garment bag. Rico spotted it before Henri, and ran ahead of the manager, pouncing on it like a panther whose hide had been used to line the inside of his sportsjacket.

With Henri looking on curiously, Rico unzipped the bag and thrust his hand inside. As he frantically searched through the overcoat, Henri suddenly heard the sound of crumpling paper, and a relieved smile crossed Rico’s face as he pulled out a small spiral notebook. 

“Oh, thank God,” breathed Rico, casting a sidelong glance to the manager. “It’s still here. You haven’t looked through it, have you?” 

Staring blankly, Henri slowly shook his head from side to side.

“Good!” said Rico as he ran past Henri and headed for the door, notebook in hand. “My plans mustn’t see the light of day yet. That would ruin everything!”

Rico hopped back in the Porsche, which had been left running outside. Peeling out of its parking space and turning back on to the Strip, the car left a cloud of dust and one very confused store manager in its wake.

The preceding story was pieced together using various eyewitness reports obtained from the scene. It’s very rare the WWE Magazine is able to scoop the venerable Informer on gossip like this, so you can imagine our interest upon first hearing these reports. Our curiosity was further piqued when several unrelated sources contacted us regarding rumors of a grand plan being concocted by Rico that would send shockwaves through WWE. Making a reasonable leap in logic, we deduced that this must be related to the incident in Vegas.

The question is: What was in that spiral notebook?

There’s no doubt that Rico is a real pro when it comes to manipulating power behind the scenes. He was first introduced to WWE fans as the stylist of Billy & Chuck–a seemingly harmless role that portrayed him as not much more than a joke. But it quickly became clear there's more to him than meets the eye. Unbeknownst to anyone, behind the comic facade of Billy & Chuck, Rico was the guiding force, formulating an ambitious scheme to make his charges the brightest stars in the WWE firmament and turn them into legitimate crossover celebrities.

Rico persuaded the two men to pledge their lifelong bond to each other in a “commitment ceremony,” knowing full well the press would have a field day with such an event. And so it came to pass. The eyes of America were suddenly on Billy & Chuck, and Rico was as pleased as punch. Unfortunately, during the ceremony, Rico’s well-laid plans unraveled” Billy & Chuck admitted the ceremony was nothing more than a publicity stunt.

And that’s where the genius of Rico soared even higher. Anticipating that the duo would back out at the last minute, Rico–a SmackDown! Superstar–had contacted Eric Bischoff, the General Manager of Raw. Both men wanted something. Rico wanted to humiliate the men who were about to ruin his scheme, and Bischoff was looking for a way to halt SmackDown!’s momentum. In a now-infamous turn of events, Rico had Bischoff disguise himself as a minister, and during the commitment ceremony, arranged for the mammoth Rosey & Jamal to beige the ring and lay waste to Billy & Chuck.

Changing loyalties like a chameleon changes color, Rico jumped ship and joined Raw, where he immediately aligned himself with Rosey & Jamal, two of the hottest commodities in the industry. Just like that, the devious calculator emerged from one of the biggest debacles in WWE history not only unscathed, but actually improved.

Since that time, Rico’s actions have become shrouded in mystery. Just what are his long-term plans for Rosey and Jamal, and who else might be effected by whatever scheming Rico is in the midst of? Surely his recent suspicious activities seem to indicate he’s got something cooking. In fact, it’s entirely possible that what has transpired thus far involving Billy & Chuck, Bischoff, etc. is only a part of an ongoing gameplan. Maybe we’re just not seeing the big picture. The Rico machine may already be in motion. 

One undeniable fact that we can cling to is that he seems to have a particular interest in tag teams. In that respect ( as well as others), he reminds some of another managerial manipulator of years past–Sunny. During the mid 1990s, the alluring woman known as the “Golden-Haired Fox” orchestrated a brilliant coup that resulted in her managing three consecutive pairs of Tag Team Champions–a feat that will likely never be equaled. Using her unscrupulous savvy, she jumped from the Bodydonnas to the Godwinns to the Smokin’ Gunns (one whose members, ironically enough, was Billy Gunn).

But Rico seems even more ambitious than that. After all, anyone masterful enough to orchestrate the betrayal of Billy & Chuck is capable of setting his sights much higher than Tag Team Championships. Nevertheless, that could very well be another cog in the well-oiled Rico engine, as Rosey & Jamal seem poised to follow in the footsteps of Billy & Chuck as World Tag Team Champions, if they haven’t already by the time this magazine hits newsstands.

Some sources have even indicated that Rico’s enigmatic background included a stint in law enforcement, which means that he may have any number of contacts and connections on both sides of the thin blue line. The power this man may be wielding behind the scenes is clearly enough to give one pause. Even his exterior imagine as a 21st century fop, and the flamboyant lifestyle he leads, may b e nothing more than a smokescreen hiding an individual as serious as a heart attack. After all, what better way to get your enemies’ guard down than to let them think you’re a buffoon?

Although his histrionics may distract casual viewers from what’s really going on, a closer look at the situation reveals the carnage Rico has left in his wake thus far, in particular the destruction of Billy & Chuck as a unit and the public embarrassment of SmackDown! G Stephanie McMahon. Such an individual certainly warrants scrutiny. If his actions are allowed to go unchecked as they have been to date, there’s no telling what the effects may be on WWE, its Superstars, and the sports-entertainment business as a whole.

[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: Miss Dora Porsche Color: Ghost White #F8f8ff Symbol: skull Strife Specibus: hatchetkind Handle: teemingGallicide Animal: turtle Pronouns: he/him Age: 13 Birthday: 343th day of the year Sexuality: queer Interests: water polo and crystals Dream Moon: derse Classpect: Prince of Doom Land: Land of Stars and Helium, a frail place, with motionless Zebra spitting cobra consorts. It is a place full of plastic and foreboding swamps. Krios lurks in this land's brains. Instrument: obeophone via homestuck-human-generator https://ift.tt/gioCehG

[patrickmohrfotografie]

#porsche #followme👉 #rallyesport #gt3 #Köln #ahrweiler #mayschoss #nürburgring #greenhell #lowlight #zebra #waseinsound #patrickmohrfotografiepmf #patrickmohrfotografie # #canon📷 #petrolhead #rally #rallying #e46m3 #adacrallyehub #coldday❄ #adac #adacrallyehub #dmsb (hier: Rallye Köln-Ahrweiler) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5FO69uqE29/?igshid=k15d39yo9bwg

[kashvis]

kashvi’s faves.

Animal: Zebra.

Book: Anne Carson’s translation of Antigone. 

Colour: Ocher yellow.

Drink: Malbec.

Element: Fire.

Flavour: Cilantro.

Gift they’re received: A pair of her mother’s earrings that have been in the family for quite some time. 

Holiday (vacation) they’ve been on: The road trip through the States that she took in the summer between her junior and senior year at university. 

Instrument: Cello. 

Job they’ve had: Her future job. Keep your eyes on the prize, and all that. (And if not that, her current job.) 

Karaoke go-to song: Rehab by Amy Winehouse.

Lifetime achievement: Her promotion to Virtue.

Movie: Lost in Translation.

Night time activity: Taking a long, hot bath with a good book and some candles burning. Or sex.

Outfit: A pantsuit with satin button up.

Plant: Sunflowers.

Quality of theirs: Physically? Her legs. Otherwise? Her patience.

Restaurant: Amaya, London.

Scent: Freshly ground coffee.

Time of day / night: Dawn.

Underwater creature: Sea Turtle.

Vehicle: Her father’s 1975 Porsche 911. When he dies, she’ll inherit it.

Word: Genuine.

X Games sport: Moto X.

Yoghurt flavour: Honey and walnut.

Zodiac: Leo.

[nick-cassidy]

2024 IMSA Champions

[redpencilpropeller]

||| PORSCHE 906 HOMMAGE ||| zebra teaser mk 2🖤 the targa Florio 2nd sunrise , #porsche #906 #targa #florio #carrera #porschedesign #porscheclub #race #car #drivevintage #911 #turbo #aircooled #prototype #motorsport #classiccarsdaily #cardesigndaily #hypercar #porschesketch #widebody #3d #art #concept #conceptart #kyza #carlifestyle #speedhunters #rsr #automotive #concept https://www.instagram.com/p/B9esAifJRD7/?igshid=16zcb2g2v049k

[andrevanvuuren]

Me & my brother went on

safari

it’s like the Kalahari

without sand

between the giraffe &

lion

rhino & elephant

we were in animal

heaven

me in a red Ferrari

my bro in a blue Maserati

both wearing yellow-green

camouflage bandannas

& pink Fendi

khaki

that’s how we roll &

land

is that an Investec

zebra

running like Marcus

forever balance sheet

clever

wearing ski gear

to the Summer Cup

with no horses

or Stellenbosch Mafia

on the corporate

grandstand

to disrupt

everybody is getting

divorced

except the Masai

never do

refuse to wear

Croc’s

Polo shirts & Hugo Boss

tie

Kruger Okavango

swamps

our girls got pre-menstrual

game drive

cramps

out pop the re-usable

Swarovski

Tampax

bling brings mosquitoes

& DIY clothes

revamp

here comes my son in a

GT3 Porsche

dust coated with

Panache

behind him

my other boy

is here in a black

Bentley

ready for the Hublot

launch 🚀

says there’s no ATM

for cash

how much can you

lend me

is that a leopard

in a baobab tree

sipping a Firefly G&T

ever so gently

feels like the worlds in

flux

realize a baboon has

taken my Daytona

Rolex

& he’s loving it so

much

Me & my brother went on

safari

it’s like the Kalahari

without sand

between the giraffe &

lion

rhino & elephant

we’re in animal

heaven

me in a red Ferrari

my bro in a blue Maserati

both wearing yellow-green

camouflage bandannas

& pink Fendi

khaki

that’s how we roll &

land

is that an Investec

zebra......

(29/8/2019 me & my brother went on safari-crazeee world we live in -traveling to CT & Misty Mountains Estate )



[ridertua]

Inilah Mobil yang Namanya Diambil dari Nama Hewan

Inilah Mobil yang Namanya Diambil dari Nama Hewan

RiderTua.com – Kalau membuat atau merancang mobil tentu harus punya nama agar dikenal masyarakat. Ada yang namanya dari singkatan kata, contohnya Ertiga yang seperti taglinenya, ‘lebih mengErTi keluarGa’ atau R3 (Row 3) karena punya 3 baris bangku. Ada juga menggunakan kode seperti i30. Dan ternyata banyak juga mobil yang menggunakan nama hewan. Inilah mobil yang namanya diambil dari nama hewan.…

[m3kbregar]

Did you hear the one about the panda bear, manatee, and zebra with Sally the Porsche and two Care Bears???? They had so much fun with old fashion games and trunk or treat! (at Churchome) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVuG2lOrERG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[patrickmohrfotografie]

Patrick Mohr Fotografie gratuliert Ruben Zeltner und Helmar Hinneberg zum Premierensieger bei der Rallye Köln Ahrweiler! #porsche #followme👉 #rallyesport #gt3 #Köln #ahrweiler #mayschoss #nurburgring #greenhell #lowlight #zebra #waseinsound #patrickmohrfotografiepmf #patrickmohrfotografie # #canon📷 #petrolhead #rally #rallying #e46m3 #adacrallyehub #coldday❄️ #adac #adacrallyehub #dmsb (hier: Rallye Köln-Ahrweiler) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4robx1on2m/?igshid=1ceui0yygiznn

[properparadox]

Automobile Layout (1): Posisi Mesin

Lihat mobil-mobil yang ada di jalan. Menurutmu, di sebelah mana mesinnya? Kalau kau menjawab “Di depan,” maka kemungkinan besar, kau benar. Sesungguhnya tidak semua mobil bermesin depan.

Dalam dunia otomotif, layout sebuah mobil ditentukan dari posisi mesin dan roda yang digerakkannya. Berdasarkan posisi mesinnya saja, ada tiga jenis layout mobil:

- Front engine, di mana mesin diletakkan di atas atau di depan as roda depan,

- Mid-engine, di mana mesin diletakkan di antara as roda depan dan as roda belakang,

- Rear engine, di mana mesin diletakkan di belakang as roda belakang.

Pendahulu mobil, yang tidak memiliki mesin untuk menggerakkannya, adalah kereta yang ditarik kuda. Kuda, sebagai penggerak kereta, diletakkan di depan kereta, supaya ia bisa melihat ke mana arahnya bergerak, dan sang pengemudi/kusir dapat mengatur si kuda sekaligus melihat ke mana mereka bergerak. Dari sini, tentunya tampak wajar apabila mobil, sebagai pengganti langsung kereta kuda, di masa-masa awalnya menggunakan mesin yang diletakkan di depan. Namun ternyata tidak semudah itu.

(Benz Patent Motorwagen, salah satu mobil pertama di dunia. Sumber)

Di masa-masa awal kelahirannya, mobil sejatinya adalah kereta kuda yang tidak dilengkapi dengan kuda, namun ditambahkan sebuah mesin untuk menggerakkan roda. Dengan posisi kursi yang cukup tinggi dan tidak adanya ruang tertutup di depan, para penemu mobil meletakkan mesin mobilnya di belakang, seperti yang nampak di Benz Patent Motorwagen (1886), salah satu mobil yang sering didapuk sebagai mobil pertama di dunia.

1. Front Engine (Mesin Depan)

Dengan berkembangnya desain mobil, semakin banyak pabrikan yang meletakkan mesinnya di depan. Salah satu hal yang mendukung perubahan ini adalah sistem setir yang dipakai, di mana roda depan perlu berputar ketika mobil akan berbelok. Untuk itu, di bagian depan mobil perlu diberikan ruang supaya roda dapat berputar, dan karenanya, ruang yang tersisa di bagian depan mobil akan semakin kecil. Ruang yang kecil ini dapat diisi dengan mesin, dan akhirnya posisi mesin di depan menjadi posisi yang paling banyak dipakai.

(Sumber: Hillier’s Fundamentals of Motor Vehicle Technology, Book 1)

Mesin yang diletakkan di bagian depan mobil dapat memudahkan pendinginan dari mesin itu sendiri, karena mesin atau radiator dapat menerima udara langsung dari pergerakan mobil. Selain itu, adanya mesin yang berat di depan memberikan perlindungan kepada penumpang ketika mobil mengalami tabrakan dari depan. Mesin yang berat, jika diletakkan di depan, juga menghasilkan kemampuan berbelok yang baik (pada kecepatan rendah), karena roda depan yang berbelok ditekan dengan mesin yang berat, sehingga ban depan memiliki traksi lebih tinggi, alias lebih ‘mencengkram’ permukaan jalan (kemampuan berbelok juga dipengaruhi hal lain, salah satu yang utama, adalah roda yang digerakkan, namun ini akan dibahas di bagian berikutnya).

(Mobil sejuta umat, Toyota Avanza, dengan mesin di depan. Sumber)

2. Rear Engine (Mesin Belakang)

Dulu, kebanyakan mobil menggunakan roda penggerak belakang, dengan asumsi bahwa menggerakkan roda depan yang juga digunakan untuk membelokkan mobil dianggap sesuatu yang menyulitkan. Dengan penggunaan penggerak roda belakang, maka penempatan mesin di belakang (di belakang as roda belakang, tepatnya) dapat memudahkan penyusunan mesin dan komponen penggerak roda, karena semuanya dapat disatukan di belakang.

(Fiat 500, di mana mesin 500 cc dua silinder diletakkan di belakang. Sumber)

Namun penempatan mesin di belakang biasanya hanya digunakan untuk mobil berukuran kecil, karena dengan beban besar di belakang, akan membuat mobil cenderung ‘oversteer’, bagian belakang mobil akan terlalu mudah terbanting ke samping, terutama pada kecepatan tinggi. Contoh mobil yang memiliki posisi mesin di belakang adalah Fiat 500 (versi original tahun 1957) dan VW Beetle (atau VW ‘Kodok’, versi original 1938). Selain itu, Porsche juga selalu menggunakan layout rear-engine untuk mobil sport-nya, 911, sejak generasi pertamanya yang dibuat tahun 1963, hingga versi GT3 RS yang keluar tahun 2015.

3. Mid-Engine (Mesin Tengah)

Salah satu cara untuk mendapatkan handling/pengendalian mobil yang baik, maka distribusi beban pada mobil harus seimbang, antara bagian depan dan belakang. Untuk itu, beberapa mobil dirancang menggunakan mesin yang diletakkan di tengah, atau di antara as roda depan dan as roda belakang. Mobil-mobil yang menggunakan mesin di tengah dibagi ke dalam dua jenis berbeda, yaitu Front Mid-Engine (mesin lebih dekat as roda depan) dan Rear Mid-Engine (mesin lebih dekat as roda belakang). Rear Mid-Engine digunakan pada beberapa mobil sport, di mana performa mobil lebih penting daripada jumlah penumpang yang bisa diangkut, karena dengan menempatkan mesin di depan as roda belakang, itu berarti, mesin berada tepat di belakang pengemudi, sehingga tidak ada jok di baris kedua, dan mobil hanya bisa menampung 2 orang. Layout ini dipakai, antara lain oleh Ferrari 458 dan Toyota MR2. Mobil-mobil Formula 1 juga meletakkan mesinnya di antara pengemudi dan roda belakang.

(Ferrari 458 Italia dengan mesin 4.5 L V8 yang diletakkan di belakang pengemudi. Sumber)

Sedangkan mobil dengan Front Mid-Engine, biasanya digunakan untuk mobil niaga dan people carrier. Di sini, mesin diletakkan di bawah jok depan, sehingga posisi duduk di depan jadi lebih tinggi. Dengan ciri khas ini, mungkin sudah cukup terkenal mobil yang menggunakan layout ini. Ya, beberapa mobil yang terkenal di Indonesia, seperti Suzuki Carry, Daihatsu Espass/Zebra, Mitsubishi Colt L300, baik versi pickup maupun versi MPV, semuanya meletakkan mesinnya di bawah jok depan. Keuntungan utama dari penempatan mesin seperti ini adalah daya tampung yang maksimum dengan ukuran mobil yang tidak terlalu besar. Sebagai perbandingan, panjang Suzuki Carry (versi Real Van, bukan Pickup) adalah 3875 mm, sedangkan mobil lain dengan daya tampung serupa, seperti Toyota Avanza (dengan Front Engine), memiliki panjang 4190 mm. Kekurangan dari mobil jenis ini, antara lain jok depan yang terasa lebih panas (ya gimana, orang duduknya di atas mesin. Tapi umumnya sudah banyak mobil yang menambahkan peredam panas), serta posisi mesin yang cukup rendah lumayan rawan kemasukan air jika melewati jalan yang banjir.

(Suzuki Carry dengan jok depan yang dilepas untuk menunjukkan mesinnya. Sumber)