Of all the insurance companies I can think of—the one with the lizard or that girl or that talking box, or whatever—there’s really only one that seems to give a damn about people’s interest in vintage cars. The company is Hagerty, and, let’s be clear, their interest is in making money by insuring classic cars. Even…
Country Classic Cars in Staunton, Illinois, is a well-known seller of vintage cars, with an inventory of over 600 cars, primarily American, ranging from the ‘20s to well into the Malaise Era. Unfortunately, one of their warehouses had a colossal fire yesterday, involving nearly a dozen fire departments and destroying…
Allen is older, wiser, and wants to get a classic car. He wants something reliable, but with timeless character, and even though he might not be driving too fast, he wants to look cool. What car should he buy?
Last week a ratty old Mustang was dragged out of a Mexican junkyard that may in fact be the car from Steve McQueen’s Bullitt. Experts now seem pretty certain it’s the real deal. Given McQueens’s god-like status among car guys and the movie’s 50th anniversary coming up, who wants to play Price Is Right?
Car enthusiasts love to talk about “purity.” Stability control? For wimps. Massaging seats? Perverse! By that logic driving a 1949 Citroën Traction Avant 15, so manual that you set the engine timing while rolling, was the closest thing to real driving I’d ever done. It was stressful, painful and wonderful.
Volkswagen’s original Scirocco was admittedly not a perfect car, but today’s Nice Price or Crack Pipe edition might just be its most perfect example. That’s only if however, its price makes perfect sense.
A pastel patina-covered Citroën DS, hiding in the shade.
I’m barreling down Interstate 35 just south of Austin, Texas in a sand-colored 1969 BMW 1600, headed for a long weekend of questionable choices and hazy recollections on South Padre Island. I had only owned the car, my first old BMW, for six months or so, and I was still getting to know the eccentricities, but the…
On Aug. 13, in the Eifel Mountains of Germany, while rounding the Südkehre at the Nürburgring Nordschleife with seven giddy Europeans riding along, Lucille found herself a long way from home.
The Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance is the premier old-cars-on-a-golf-course event in the Western Hemisphere. It’s also a place where they sell a bunch of them, to the point where Hagerty is estimating $370 million worth will be sold. Also, a REMINDER: old people get old, and then die.
It was a good day for an apocalypse.
I often tell people that they need to get used cars inspected before they buy, since so many used cars are sold without warranties. However, many people don’t realize this advice extends to classic car purchases as well.
“Yours truly, the car medic who can detect a pulse when all others see only bleached bones with arrows through an empty rib cage out on the lonely prairie.” That’s how Peter Egan describes himself in this Side Glances column, “Girding Oneself for Battle With the Restorable Car.”
Wow, look at the amazing work this fashion company Rag & Bone did to save and restore a wonderful vintage Porsche 911. Wait, did I say restore? I meant crush for no good reason.
In 1967, Deryk Haithwaite was only 26, but he had the £6,000 necessary to buy a brand new Ferrari 275 GTB/4. He sold the car in 1978, only to get reunited with it again after 37 years thanks to Ferrari pros at DK Engineering.
Southern California finally got some rain this past weekend and while it limited the amount of time I was able to spend outside photographing cars, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised with what I was able to get. It was one of those times when I really wish I had a good friend to hold an umbrella over me, or at…
Jaguar’s heritage division built six (plus one) Lightweight E-Type coupés to finish up what their predecessors couldn’t in the sixties, and they all sold out immediately at £1 million a pop. Have a look at why.
Rumour has it, there’s a barge-load of postwar Czechoslovakian machinery beneath the waves of the Strait of Georgia near Vancouver. I went looking for the story.
You know your dad isn’t forever, right? I remember the first time I realized he wouldn’t always be there - a sudden drop in weight thanks to a hyperactive thyroid thinned Dad out, made him seem less substantial. He bounced back of course, but it shook me up for a while. He was always just there, the rock, the oak, the…