If you’re the kind of person who views the phrase “I’m selling it before I kill myself in it” as a ringing endorsement, I just found your dream machine. Here is a lifted golf cart powered by a 115-horsepower engine from a 2002 Suzuki GSX-R600 sportbike.
Look, I’ve had some great ideas in my life, and I’ve had some terrible ones. Trying to wash my greasy timing-chain cover in my dishwasher falls squarely into the latter category, as I’ve been eating off dishes laced with oily residue for nine months now.
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There are few cars more poorly executed than the Cadillac Allanté. With bodies built by Italian factory workers, then shipped over to Michigan to be finished by 1980s GM factory workers, and with a name selected by computer, it is the epitome of a very certain idea of “luxury.” And now American Apparel, a bankrupt…
Police in Fargo, North Dakota have started livestreaming traffic stops via Periscope in an experiment for all the world to see. And so far, it’s been an embarrassing failure. But the Fargo PD doesn’t see it that way.
When I look back on my writing career, I believe I will cite July 26, 2015, as the ultimate pinnacle. That was the day I got to drive an overpriced convertible SUV that looks like an angry clothing iron.
I think it’s the way we hear the intrepid anti-fire motorcyclist state that he “guarantees” that he can put out the fire with the motorcycle that makes this so appealing. The confidence, the casual bravado, one man, one motorcycle, one fire! It’s the stuff of dreams! And, he’s victorious! Almost.
Government funding for space travel ain’t what it used to be. Private organizations are our best hope for exploring beyond Earth’s increasingly noxious atmosphere, and to get your cash they’re turning to Indiegogo and Kickstarter to fund ambitious space missions. Unfortunately, most of the projects are bonkers messes…
NASCAR Camping World Truck Series driver Jennifer Jo Cobb will be the first driver to be penalized under the new rule against leaving a wrecked car before safety personnel arrive and approaching the racing surface. Cobb maintains that she “completely forgot” about this rule.
If there's one place you don't want to hop onto, it's on an active race track. It does not end well. In most battles of Man vs. Car, man will typically lose. If you're going to be a total moron and run out in front of a Formula One car, oh, geez. That's a car that will catch up to your moron body faster than you'd…
My 944 has a problem: when the gas tank starts to empty, the back end gets light. I've ruined its perfect 50-50 weight balance by taking off the heavy glass hatch. I don't have any fancy-schmancy metal ballast just lying around, however, I could probably source quite a few Truck Nutz.
Those of you stuck in the arctic wasteland that is the East Coast and parts of the Mid-West right now have probably had a few hypothermia-induced fantasies about how to clear out the snow in front of your car. However, that flamethrower rig you've been concocting won't work. Allow XKCD to explain.
How do you top leaping over a Lamborghini? Do it with a pair of motorcycles blasting down a runway at 70 MPH.
Riding in bad weather is a risk some of us are willing to take. Adding ice and snow to the mix increases that risk exponentially. But I'm pretty sure adding 10,000 screws to your tires isn't the answer.
Look, we all love to ride where we're not supposed to. It's one of the many joys of the two-wheeled life. But common sense and basic ass preservation dictates that riding on active train tracks is a really bad idea. Here's proof.
Seriously though, what the hell was ever the plan here?
A Maryland woman apparently unaware of the dangers associated with texting and driving received a crash course on the subject after driving her car into a lake yesterday.
A speeding New Hampshire woman's excuse that she was rushing to be by her father's deathbed nearly worked — until the state police trooper looked her up and found out her dad had died five years ago.
It took some forty years of convincing, but Barry Strang finally managed to persuade his wife Pam to let him buy a motorcycle.