nist7
Oct 25, 2006, 11:07 PM
http://www.autoblog.com/2006/10/25/another-enzo-crash-and-this-ones-fatal/
Another Ferrari Enzo was involved in a serious accident, this time killing 64-year old driver Gary Irwin Eisenberg when it collided head-on with a tree and caught on fire. The crash occurred on a road, not too far from Eisenberg’s home in Monterey, California. He was driving his 2003 Ferrari Enzo when it struck a tree while trying to make a right turn, authorities said.
Mysteriously, the scene of the crash revealed no tell-tale signs of a car losing control. Apart from some charred debris from the burning wreckage, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. There were apparently no marks on the road, skids, or even scrapes up the side of the curb.
Eisenberg was a huge car fan with a special love for Ferraris. He was described as a ‘down to earth guy who was always friendly’ by members of a Ferrari Internet chat forum. The man was indeed a true enthusiast who was not afraid to drive and enjoy his cars. Gary Eisenberg is survived by his wife and two children.
This is the latest incident in a string of recent Enzo crashes, which include an accident in Utah involving Richard Losee, who came away with only a few fractured bones, as well as a crash in South Korea detailed in this report from Bilfeber. However, the most infamous has got to be the drag race crash involving Swedish fraudster Stefan Eriksson.
I am Paul Eisenberg,
My father was an amazing man. My earliest car memories are of riding middle in his '61 Corvette with my mom. We would drive around the NorthEast in the fall with the top down and it was the kind of impression that was everlasting. My father started his career with very little but he loved motoring. When he started his family the '61 Corvette was all he had. It was the family hauler, the sports car and all the embodyment of my parents love. They went on their first date in this car in 1967.
My father was my closest friend, we shared everything together, our passion for cars, technology, communications, outdoors. We spent many long hours talking about trips to places like Mt. Whitney and the joy of being in Yosemite in the different seasons. He made unique and lasting impressions on everyone he met. He was born in New York City and lived in the Bronx. He was called for the Vietnam Draft and was stationed at Hunter Liget down by King City. This is when he discovered Monterey. He loved the Monterey Bay and was destined to move back as soon as he could. My father had may passions, not just cars, it seems that everything he engaged was followed to the fullest. Many people in our family found my father to be the rock, today the we are the shores breaking hard on that rock. This loss is very great and the heaviest burden on my heart. I am not sure why I chose this forum to unload my emotions but it seems appropriate to share this with the people that loved him and shared in his passions.
My father had a love affair with cars like I have never-known, we shared this passion together.
One of my fondest memories of my introduction to motor sports was a May morning when I was about 5 years old, My dad woke me up and brought me into the living room, poured me a big bowl of cereal and we watched the Indy 500. I have no idea who won the race but it was the kind of father son experience that is so deep word cannot describe.
Gary was not just a car guy, he was the brightest light in the sky to my mother. As their relationship grew so did their collective taste in cars. My mom loved the opening scene in an old movie call Foul Play. If I recall there is a Highway 1 scene with a porsche. My mom fell in love with the Carrera Targas. One day while searching our house for a magazine I stumbled upon the order slip for a red 911 Carrera Targa. It was a surprise for my mom. Needless to say she was very surprised. This car remained in the family for many years. When I was of the age to reach the pedal I was taught to drive stick in this car. It was a challenge at the time. To this day everytime I see a 911 I get nostalgic.
In 1991 my father and I took a ride into manhattan, as far I as I knew I was playing hooky from school and going to work with my dad for the day. We spent the day together, I caused trouble like I always did with his collegues and they torrmented me back, it was all good fun. Around 3pm he said lets go for a walk. We went to some garage on the WestSide and met a man whe gave my father the keys to a 1991 Testarossa, and so it begins. Instant addiction. The sound, the pininfarina one of a kind design, the first smell of the leather as we slid into the seats, this was something very special. We both knew it. The overwhelming experience of your first drive in a Ferrari.
Through out the years the Testarossa served as his only Ferrari and it was always a rewarding and challenging drive. One in particular with only 3rd, 4th and 5th gear, no matter he still managed to make it to Monterey from Lake Tahoe.
As his love grew for Ferraris he decide a 360 Spyder would make for a nice addition to the 55 T-Bird, the Testarossa and the long awaited 57 Chevy that he was restoring. As time went on he started to meet people in the area that also had Ferraris. Every August the Monterey Peninsula oozes automotive beauty. We always looked at that weekend as a family event, a reunion of sorts. I would come out from New York with a close friend or a cousin come to stay from near or far to share in the joy of motoring. We attended events like the Concourse De Elegance, Concourso Italiano, The Quail, the Historic Races, the Pacific Grove rolling Concourse where his 61 Vette won best sports car in show. The strange thing was that it was never expected, maybe the love that was found in that car sparked something in the judges.
I can remember when I was in college in 1994 it was one of those Summers when Ferrari was the featured mark at the historics as is to be expected on the 10 year Anniversary of Ferrari North America. I had to get to the start of classes but we worked it so that I could stay as late as possible to be with my dad during that very very special weekend.
In 2004, 10 years later it was again an amazingly special August but oh how so much had changed. My father now had a network of caring car enthusiast around the Monterey Bay. He looked to start the Monterey Carmel Ferrarista Club. We always talked of the car weekends past and how there had to tons of Ferrari owners in Monterey that share the passion. The birth of your Intergalactic Commander.
In April of this year I came to visit my parents. A few weeks before my father told that he purchased an Enzo. I was awestruck. I responded with my usual reaction, "That is crazy, your crazy, it is insane, are you serious!!!" On a very typical April day, lots of mist and light rain we rolled the enzo out of the garage for what proved to be a memorable day. We drove up 1 with my dad at the wheel and both of us smilling ear to ear. We went for lunch in Moss Landing and then back to Monterey. The next morning we managed to get on to Laguna Seca for a few laps. My father followed me in a Mazda SUV with a video camera in one hand and the mazda in the other. As I pulled onto the front straight I let the car roll out a bit and got ready to roll. I hammered the throttle and the car surge forward with a force so incredible I missed the first shift, no matter the car did it for me. On the video you here the wail and brap of the shifts but you hear something more important then that, Childish laughter from my father. It is just how he was he loved seeing the car go as much as he loved driving it. The external aesthitic beauty in motion as well as the feeling. He loved Beauty.
This Augusts Historic weekend was my biggest shock ever, I flew in early with my wife to attend a wedding in LA and we drive the 360 to LA and then San Diego to visit may fathers mom. When we returned to Montery we got in and went to the Ferrarista Club dinner which was spoken about earlier in this thread. I saw several people I knew and many I did not. All knew may father.
He has a magnetic personality, people wanted to talk to him, and they wound up loving him, he hands out friendship and love to all on an equal level and it just envelopes people. That dinner was the start of my Car weekend and it could not have started with nicer people. The weekend continued with event after event and dinner after dinner and friends that loved him. It was honestly the best Montery Historic weekend I had attended because of the love of cars people shared with my father. He was glowing all weekend long. This is the way he should be remembered. The day of the Quail my father sat in a small office across from the field and worked his other passion telecommunication. He dispatched and got people connected to make the event run as smooth as possible. It was his way of giving all he could, I was supposed to take the second shift in the afternoon so he could go and enjoy the show a bit, I took over and he came back in about a hour and told me to go back out and enjoy the show. He was always giving.
The are so many people I should thank for offering their well wishes and condolences. I will leave you with this parting note. When you slip into the drivers seat and you turn the key pause for a moment and think of Gary, Ferraris are ment to be driven........ safely.
Thank you all,
Paul, Mona and Becca Eisenberg
http://www.ferrarichat.com/forum/showthread.php?t=125979&page=5
Another Ferrari Enzo was involved in a serious accident, this time killing 64-year old driver Gary Irwin Eisenberg when it collided head-on with a tree and caught on fire. The crash occurred on a road, not too far from Eisenberg’s home in Monterey, California. He was driving his 2003 Ferrari Enzo when it struck a tree while trying to make a right turn, authorities said.
Mysteriously, the scene of the crash revealed no tell-tale signs of a car losing control. Apart from some charred debris from the burning wreckage, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. There were apparently no marks on the road, skids, or even scrapes up the side of the curb.
Eisenberg was a huge car fan with a special love for Ferraris. He was described as a ‘down to earth guy who was always friendly’ by members of a Ferrari Internet chat forum. The man was indeed a true enthusiast who was not afraid to drive and enjoy his cars. Gary Eisenberg is survived by his wife and two children.
This is the latest incident in a string of recent Enzo crashes, which include an accident in Utah involving Richard Losee, who came away with only a few fractured bones, as well as a crash in South Korea detailed in this report from Bilfeber. However, the most infamous has got to be the drag race crash involving Swedish fraudster Stefan Eriksson.
I am Paul Eisenberg,
My father was an amazing man. My earliest car memories are of riding middle in his '61 Corvette with my mom. We would drive around the NorthEast in the fall with the top down and it was the kind of impression that was everlasting. My father started his career with very little but he loved motoring. When he started his family the '61 Corvette was all he had. It was the family hauler, the sports car and all the embodyment of my parents love. They went on their first date in this car in 1967.
My father was my closest friend, we shared everything together, our passion for cars, technology, communications, outdoors. We spent many long hours talking about trips to places like Mt. Whitney and the joy of being in Yosemite in the different seasons. He made unique and lasting impressions on everyone he met. He was born in New York City and lived in the Bronx. He was called for the Vietnam Draft and was stationed at Hunter Liget down by King City. This is when he discovered Monterey. He loved the Monterey Bay and was destined to move back as soon as he could. My father had may passions, not just cars, it seems that everything he engaged was followed to the fullest. Many people in our family found my father to be the rock, today the we are the shores breaking hard on that rock. This loss is very great and the heaviest burden on my heart. I am not sure why I chose this forum to unload my emotions but it seems appropriate to share this with the people that loved him and shared in his passions.
My father had a love affair with cars like I have never-known, we shared this passion together.
One of my fondest memories of my introduction to motor sports was a May morning when I was about 5 years old, My dad woke me up and brought me into the living room, poured me a big bowl of cereal and we watched the Indy 500. I have no idea who won the race but it was the kind of father son experience that is so deep word cannot describe.
Gary was not just a car guy, he was the brightest light in the sky to my mother. As their relationship grew so did their collective taste in cars. My mom loved the opening scene in an old movie call Foul Play. If I recall there is a Highway 1 scene with a porsche. My mom fell in love with the Carrera Targas. One day while searching our house for a magazine I stumbled upon the order slip for a red 911 Carrera Targa. It was a surprise for my mom. Needless to say she was very surprised. This car remained in the family for many years. When I was of the age to reach the pedal I was taught to drive stick in this car. It was a challenge at the time. To this day everytime I see a 911 I get nostalgic.
In 1991 my father and I took a ride into manhattan, as far I as I knew I was playing hooky from school and going to work with my dad for the day. We spent the day together, I caused trouble like I always did with his collegues and they torrmented me back, it was all good fun. Around 3pm he said lets go for a walk. We went to some garage on the WestSide and met a man whe gave my father the keys to a 1991 Testarossa, and so it begins. Instant addiction. The sound, the pininfarina one of a kind design, the first smell of the leather as we slid into the seats, this was something very special. We both knew it. The overwhelming experience of your first drive in a Ferrari.
Through out the years the Testarossa served as his only Ferrari and it was always a rewarding and challenging drive. One in particular with only 3rd, 4th and 5th gear, no matter he still managed to make it to Monterey from Lake Tahoe.
As his love grew for Ferraris he decide a 360 Spyder would make for a nice addition to the 55 T-Bird, the Testarossa and the long awaited 57 Chevy that he was restoring. As time went on he started to meet people in the area that also had Ferraris. Every August the Monterey Peninsula oozes automotive beauty. We always looked at that weekend as a family event, a reunion of sorts. I would come out from New York with a close friend or a cousin come to stay from near or far to share in the joy of motoring. We attended events like the Concourse De Elegance, Concourso Italiano, The Quail, the Historic Races, the Pacific Grove rolling Concourse where his 61 Vette won best sports car in show. The strange thing was that it was never expected, maybe the love that was found in that car sparked something in the judges.
I can remember when I was in college in 1994 it was one of those Summers when Ferrari was the featured mark at the historics as is to be expected on the 10 year Anniversary of Ferrari North America. I had to get to the start of classes but we worked it so that I could stay as late as possible to be with my dad during that very very special weekend.
In 2004, 10 years later it was again an amazingly special August but oh how so much had changed. My father now had a network of caring car enthusiast around the Monterey Bay. He looked to start the Monterey Carmel Ferrarista Club. We always talked of the car weekends past and how there had to tons of Ferrari owners in Monterey that share the passion. The birth of your Intergalactic Commander.
In April of this year I came to visit my parents. A few weeks before my father told that he purchased an Enzo. I was awestruck. I responded with my usual reaction, "That is crazy, your crazy, it is insane, are you serious!!!" On a very typical April day, lots of mist and light rain we rolled the enzo out of the garage for what proved to be a memorable day. We drove up 1 with my dad at the wheel and both of us smilling ear to ear. We went for lunch in Moss Landing and then back to Monterey. The next morning we managed to get on to Laguna Seca for a few laps. My father followed me in a Mazda SUV with a video camera in one hand and the mazda in the other. As I pulled onto the front straight I let the car roll out a bit and got ready to roll. I hammered the throttle and the car surge forward with a force so incredible I missed the first shift, no matter the car did it for me. On the video you here the wail and brap of the shifts but you hear something more important then that, Childish laughter from my father. It is just how he was he loved seeing the car go as much as he loved driving it. The external aesthitic beauty in motion as well as the feeling. He loved Beauty.
This Augusts Historic weekend was my biggest shock ever, I flew in early with my wife to attend a wedding in LA and we drive the 360 to LA and then San Diego to visit may fathers mom. When we returned to Montery we got in and went to the Ferrarista Club dinner which was spoken about earlier in this thread. I saw several people I knew and many I did not. All knew may father.
He has a magnetic personality, people wanted to talk to him, and they wound up loving him, he hands out friendship and love to all on an equal level and it just envelopes people. That dinner was the start of my Car weekend and it could not have started with nicer people. The weekend continued with event after event and dinner after dinner and friends that loved him. It was honestly the best Montery Historic weekend I had attended because of the love of cars people shared with my father. He was glowing all weekend long. This is the way he should be remembered. The day of the Quail my father sat in a small office across from the field and worked his other passion telecommunication. He dispatched and got people connected to make the event run as smooth as possible. It was his way of giving all he could, I was supposed to take the second shift in the afternoon so he could go and enjoy the show a bit, I took over and he came back in about a hour and told me to go back out and enjoy the show. He was always giving.
The are so many people I should thank for offering their well wishes and condolences. I will leave you with this parting note. When you slip into the drivers seat and you turn the key pause for a moment and think of Gary, Ferraris are ment to be driven........ safely.
Thank you all,
Paul, Mona and Becca Eisenberg
http://www.ferrarichat.com/forum/showthread.php?t=125979&page=5