THE MARTIN MOTOR GROUP

We’ve been very careful about mentioning Martin Motors-One of: Forbes’ Ventures: It’s a vision blown on the winds of a legacy begun by my father: Martin Cavanaugh Porter Snr.

The bikes in the pic? 4000 Series, from Green Vehicles in Palo Alto-we’ve upgraded them with leather seats which are standard on all 4000 MM-FSS. What does F stand for? Forbes-my father’s foundational company. What does SS Stand for? Sustainable Sport: 60 MPH, 3 Hour Range, Swift as lightning, 5 hour recharge.

Martin Motors will being carrying many more zero-emission, all electric vehicles in DT Los Angeles: South Park L.A. We are on a mission-and we’ll talk about that soon: We’ll do our PR and marketing soon, we will do it all-right now, the focus is on product, on building the vertically integrated service-custom shop, and warehouse, and, on completing the showroom.

 After that: A terrific, interactive website, ecommmerce back-bone, and recharger stations throughout L.A. My team and I are working with strategic allies to get the word out-it’s a process-and we’re taking steps, so one day we can sprint.

Martin Motor Group will be open, officially September 1, 2009 but, by the 10 August, we’ll be open to sell you phenomenal, zero-emissions, all electric vehicles-powered by green vehicles, E+ Ultra, and A2B. And that’s just the beginning. Beverly Hills Oct 15, West Hollywood Nov 15. Oh…by the way-if you need your car or vehicle washed in the heart of South Park L.A: Well, we’ll be providing that service soon.

 THE MARTIN MOTOR GROUP

 INQUIRIES@MARTINMOTORGROUP.COM

 mcporter@martinmotorgroup.com

213-261-1949

Forbes & M Motors: Green manufacturing will rise in DT Los Angeles: Three year goal post

I can’t stop learning because within the limitations of my points-of-view and sense that I must engage actively in the small world I inhabit: DT L.A (South Park L.A), I meet so many people, so talented that force me to re-think concepts and precepts and to do new things in new ways: Patterns that I would not normally follow.

I am vitalized by my vision and my passions and trying to include all points of view-stay fresh-agile: Even when it doesn’t feel good: Digesting the unpalatable meal of humility to get along to go along. It is however nutritional and brings me, my team, my family, and the hundreds of future employees I hire and care for, one step closer to the great dream and the grand goal of building up DT L.A’s job base through green, all electric, zero-emission manufacturing of full scale vehicles.

Where? Not in some far flung industrial center-not in the outer-reaching of our incredible city-of this megalopolis, which Eli Broad, Richard Riordan, Mayor Tom Bradley, and others re-envisioned to have a central core.

M Motors, within three years, will manufacture in DT L.A and, like American Apparel-though with some core differences-components will be brought in from abroad to some degree, hundreds of men and women from Boyle Heights to South Central, hands coarse, full of un-used latent talents, even aging, will rise and work and see from their own labors our inner-cities’: Our core-city’s rebirth.

I am not a fanatic nor am I a hyper-idealist, nor am I an enemy of profit: Raised in dealerships and distributorships under the benevolent but insistent hand of my father: (age 6, 10 new vocabulary words a day-flash cards-until I was 18, from age 8 and on, reciting back to him The Economist Magazine, at age 10 through 18, forced debates-which I relished- at the dinner table about three subjects-politics, business, and values): I am a realist, who having been raised by a pragmatist who did many ‘impossible’ things, many times, taught me that to dream entrepreneurial dreams that combined a sense of social-justice with a strong eye on the bottom-line and ROI, and on profits (“look out for your workers-they have families-and they also have dreams,”-one of many things he would say to me), are not incongruous-they are complimentary.

There are many businesses to be in and for now and the foreseeable future, my company: South Park Development Group, bannered under Forbes Legacy Ventures LLC will develop a Dealership-Distributorship with expansionary goals and be a Business Advisory and biz-accelerator (it’s not my company-just like the consumer owns companies by virtue of buying their products-Forbes is owned by three-God willing soon to be four of my compadres, warriors, who through sleet or snow, under cover of darkness and in the full sunlight of a bright day, have stood by the vision, and maintained their equipoise even under the most egregious insults to our vision).

The seeds of Forbes were laid by my father: Raised in the flat-lands of Kansas, on a farm, whose father was loved and respected for his honor and drive (inherited by my father, and a goal-post for me) brilliant of mind, he gained degrees to George Town and Cambridge University, England, and, reading Nights of Arabia, married a young Spanish-Japanese beauty in Morocco, flew off to Asia (remember, if you can, when Pan Am was Pan Am!) and still, nearly penniless, went to Asia to seek and build a fortune and leave a legacy.

He built a fortune and he lost it. He built a legacy and I grasped it and asked others to join with me to build it.

It’ s a whisper on the wind, an echo in the night, a still-distant drum beat: But if you listen carefully enough, you can hear the beat of the drums getting louder and the sing-song cadence of hopeful birds chanting “rebirth.”

For my family, for my allies, for my team, for myself, and for my city: Late nights and early mornings until all the second-raters and nay-sayers see from their small apertures full-scale, powerful, vehicle manufacturing rise up in South Park L.A.

There was a mayor known for burning the midnight oil for the sake of his vision for the city (Downtown central library, integration, equality)-Mayor Tom Bradley. There was a Mayor “Tough enough to turn L.A around…” and he did, Richard Riordan-both were known for ‘late nights and early mornings.’

When I was a little boy (6-12) in my blue pajamas my father (he raised me-I was raised by my father alone), would review the vocab-flash cards before bed, read me a book (The Fountain Head, Atlas Shrugged, Shakespeare, the list is endless), and then go to his study and work. When I woke, blurry-eyed, but excited at a new day (nothing like the first wink of sunlight), my father was at the breakfast table, reading the Financial Times, muttering to himself, and watching the Telex machine for orders-he was a dealer and a distributorship (telex machine?-look it up, lol).

Late nights and early mornings.