As car lovers we like to think we have a good idea what's going to happen when we hop into a car we've never driven before. Whether it's a pre-conceived notion about how truly terrible a car is or expected automotive euphoria behind the wheel of a car we've always lusted after, even if we don't think we know it all we…
After fully restoring a 1980 Toyota Celica Rally Car it seems there is only one thing left to do—strap in a former Australian Rally Champion and see what the car can do.
Two years after Saab introduced their 900, the quirky Swedish cars still hadn't exactly caught on with mainstream car buyers. In a somewhat misguided effort to resolve this issue the company decided to produce this bizarre commercial for the UK showing their 900 bouncing off trees and flying through the air while…
In 1965 Ford tried to sell potential LTD buyers on the fact it was quieter than a Rolls Royce because, as well all know, interior noise is a huge factor in car buying. 15 years later, even though the LTD's low decibel advantage had turned into a barely audible tie, Ford was still proud of that fact the LTD was as…
Even though the Triumph slant-four engine proved quite reliable after SAAB tinkered with it for a few decades, British Leyland never quite found the magic formula to make the TR7 hold together as well as the SAAB 99.
It appears that GM's marketers recruited the actors from this ad from Synanon, if we go by the vacuous, zombified smiles and apparent belief that the '80 Regal was a sporty car.
For some reason, American car shoppers in 1980 mostly chose Corollas, 810s, and RX-7s over Stradas, Bravas, and X1/9s, in spite of Fiat offering up to 400 bucks off the sticker price!
Malaise Era engine power numbers always provide entertainment, especially when you consider that the 134-horse 302 engine was the 1980 Mercury Cougar's optional V8. The standard 255 made 119 horsepower. Meow!
Can a 62-horsepower Rabbit really keep up with a perp standing on the gas pedal of a Barracuda? Hey, the Malaise Era demanded some suspension of disbelief!
You know how it happens: the reliable old Civic finally blows the head gasket or busts its transmission, something that costs more than it's worth to get fixed. Next stop: junkyard!
In a way, I'm glad that I don't live in Southern California, because otherwise I'd probably own this
Hell Project classic Cadillac right now!
While some vintage Japanese machinery gets preserved and/or restored these days, the early Civic seems to be getting the cold shoulder. When such a car gets sick, the next stop is usually the glue factory.
Welcome to Down On The Street, where we admire old vehicles found parked on the streets of the Island That Rust Forgot: Alameda, California. A few first- and second-gen Civics still roam the island nowadays.