This ain’t your mother’s car review. Hell no, amigo. This is a bare-knuckled, down-and-goddamn-dirty, grab-you-by-the-throat knockdown drag-fight between the most highfalutin’ European, Eye-talian exotic supercar and a good ol’ boy in a Johnny Cash suit. Hell yeah! This is some booze-time, gun-totin’,…
Recently retired Seattle Seahawks running back Marshawn Lynch is living the dream now that he no longer has to plow through defensive lines. Just watch Beast Mode have the time of his life in this hilarious car review video.
The Nissan GT-R is a tricky car to understand. That is, if you go on the words of car reviewers alone.
We thought, "where would you least expect to see a $359,885 Bentley Mulsanne?" So we drove it to a motocross track in Riverside, California.
Well, my job is now obsolete. It was nice while it lasted. But I can see the writing on the wall, or, in this case, the pictures on the XBox. See, why am I running around like an idiot trying to drive and evaluate and think about actual cars when I can just pop Forza into my XBox and do it all virtually like I'm in…
Yesterday, I asked you guys to write reviews of your own cars. And just as I thought, they were awesome. Take a bow, everyone! You guys know your cars, and you have some pretty interesting rides.
As the year comes to a close, we've been talking a lot about which car reviews were great and which ones stank in 2012. Like you, I love reading car reviews, but they have to be done right. They're a lot like sex — when they're good, they're really good, but when they're bad, holy shit are they bad.
Car reviews are easy to write. Interesting car reviews are quite difficult. Our Jalopnik readers put together the ten worst they've seen from this year.
A few years ago I was in a used bookstore in the Tenderloin section of San Francisco. Getting to this place meant running a gauntlet of agressive tranny hookers, but it was all worth it, as I found a pristine copy of one of the greatest auto review magazines ever published: a February 1967 copy of Road Test.
You know you're in the Malaise Era when the best quarter-mile times for the wildest street cars money can buy are barely into the 14s. But still, who doesn't want an '81 Aston Martin Volante or BMW M1?
We had some outrage from the readers when that Jeremy Clarkson fella (who recently crashed and is not at all dead) from across the water done made the Chrysler Sebring convertible one of them- whaddya call it- metaphors for the entire United States and dissed 'em both. Well, you disgruntled types can go ahead and…