Who is Vincent Capece?

“I expect to win Olympic Gold, an Oscar, a Pulitzer, a Grammy, a Nobel prize, and a Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice Award, but a few of them will require medical procedures not yet invented, which in itself may lead to my Sainthood (or martyrdom if things don’t work out as planned). And I’d make a run for office if not for all the skeletons (not necessarily all of them my own). I’m humble yet arrogant. Dumb and yet a genius. And I love and despise all people.” Vincent Capece’s self-description on Helium (the website, not the gas) helps us understand who Vince is deep down, rather than professionally. I leave the Google forensics to our Best and Brightest, and point you to Capece’s rant pronouncing automotive journalism DOA, killed by the Internet. “Before this computerized revolution, automotive journalism was a prime example of basic economic theory. There was a limited demand for automotive writers and a growing supply of people with basic automotive knowledge and the ability to pepper a sentence with choice adjectives. This imbalance led to continually declining wages for automotive journalists because many of these “kids” were willing to work for “free rides in cool cars.” Unfortunately, this oversupply of underachievers swallowed up the Ken Purdys and Tom McCahills of the world and allowed few David E. Davis’ and Beverly Rae Kimes to emerge… Unless we can find a way to pay “real writers” to write about cars, there is no future for automotive journalists. I’ve been fortunate enough to rub elbows with some of the greatest automotive writers of the past 30-40 years (this writer is not in their league) and sadly they are a, literally, dying breed. I can’t remember the last time I met someone who could fill their shoes.”