I have a particular screw loose that makes me love junky, rusty, scrappy old cars. Beaters. Most neighborhoods, however, do not.

The German Autobahn. No speed limits. A driver's paradise. At least that's what we read here in America. The reality is more mundane, if not dangerous.

Speeding is illegal yet every day people speed. Some states have made using a cell phone while driving illegal, yet people still use them behind the wheel. What other options are there?

Apparently there are still some Brits at Mini, because their apology letter for sending a car out without its paddle shifters was one of the best we've ever seen. What if Germans had written it instead?

Just like every kid is special, just about every fast automobile is a 'supercar' these days. What about your own ride?

As we know, there are innumerable ways you can get killed behind the wheel. What about when a car's not moving?

Everyone has a different story for how they got into cars. One particular story revolves around a midengined Italian sports car that circled just out of grasp.

In about twenty minutes I'm going to head out to go change the spark plugs wires and distributor on my Baja Bug. It will be the first thing that I will have ever fixed on a car, short a few broken bulbs.

Family cars keep getting faster and faster, while old sports cars get no quicker than when new.

Car ads know to put in fine text disclaimers wherever necessary, so that they're never really lying to people, but that doesn't mean they're never misleading.