I guess this must be purgatory… for no other reason than I don’t know if I’m standing at the rusty, padlocked gates of automotive heaven or hell. Behind them, over 400 ‘R31’ Nissan Skylines – all forlorn, disembowelled and methodically stacked on top of each other like some ghoulish game of Tetris.
It’s a properly macabre scene – one juxtaposed by rolling mountains, lush rice paddy fields and a sprinkling of fantastically unremarkable industrial buildings. Stranger still, this pile of JDM junkers belongs to one man. A man who has failed to turn up.
Words: Rowan Horncastle // Photos: Mark Riccioni