Sipi is a fairy who hangs above us like a huge, ever-smiling, men’s fragrance-smelling umbrella. He can be called anytime, anywhere to lend a helping hand, and he’ll be there in an hour with one of his Transits for sure. A dangerously maniac car collector (the street in front of his house is full of his vehicles), a radio-control and model car freak, Sipos is a Swiss knife made of human flesh. Totalcar is just one job amongst his zillion occupations, but he endears it the most. Lives with a girlfriend and two dogs.
A European capital in the Eastern Bloc. We’re in the 60’s. Poorly dressed people, gloominess, dilapidated trucks and state-owned Volgas. But the high-tech DOHC engine’s boom of this very car is already reverberating from the walls of the old houses.