Many of us spend hours, months and even years working on our cars to get them looking and working the way we want them to. But sometimes, the cars say no more.
Do you remember when the Porsche 997 came out? Do you remember the sense of relief?
The Nintendo 64, the gaming system that blew the doors open to bring 3D graphics to the masses, is 20 years old today. Can you believe it? There were countless great games for the N64, many of them driving games—including all-time best iteration of a game about cartoon characters lobbing turtle shells at each other…
Last week, we asked readers “What’s the worst you’ve ever gotten your car stuck?” and the responses were absolutely insane. Here are the best ones.
Car theft is the worst. Except in the rare instances when everything bizarrely works out.
As a car owner, I don’t think there’s a worse feeling in the world than walking to your parking lot and discovering that your car just isn’t there.
Coming up with simple axioms by which one can live is no easy task. Still, coming up with such axioms is my job, despite what my editor and everyone else tells me. Happily, I think I have finally realized a workable axiom, this one about weird cars and weird bicycles.
While I was at the Indy 500 this past week, I saw all manner of remarkable things: the winning car taking a victory lap on a tow rope, people pretending to find milk refreshing, and acres of vivid sunburned red, sweat-slicked bodies slapping up against one another. But one detail really stuck with me: the push-to-pass…
Sometimes, you really shouldn’t meet your heroes. That’s doubly true when your heroes happen to be cars.
Car people are insufferable nostalgists. It’s true! We glorify everything old and weird and full of character, but many times when we actually go to drive our motorized idols, they aren’t quite what we thought they’d be.
This is something I probably shouldn’t admit publicly, but I will anyway. I have a deep-seated, irrational fear of anything electrical under the hood of a car. I’m especially fucking terrified of the battery. But I can’t be the only one with an automotive phobia. Gather around, everyone. It’s time to be vulnerable.
Just a few days ago, we reported that General Motors had to stop sales on 60,000 crossovers because the labeled fuel economy ratings were wrong by one or two miles per gallon. And just last month, lovable losers Mitsubishi got in trouble for messing with tire pressures to get better MPG ratings, a few years ago…
Bumper stickers might be universally terrible, but which one is the most truly and extraordinarily bad?
Nothing ruins an automotive experience quite so badly as a horrible steering wheel.
Lately I’ve been met with blank stares from so-called “friends” when I explain that I’m seriously considering buying this one first-generation Toyota MR2 with a busted A/C, semi-functional headlights, an exhaust leak and a very rough interior, and maybe some questionable brakes (I’m not sure yet) because it runs like…
We live in an unprecedented time for cars, a time when the things we drive are faster and cleaner and safer and more advanced than they’ve ever been in history—a time with the fewest compromises. And the power gains we’ve seen in just the last few years have been just amazing.
I know this headline isn’t going to win me any friends, and I’m even a little surprised I’m writing this, but I’ve recently come to a realization: I haven’t had much fun in the recent 400+ horsepower cars I’ve driven.
There’s been an increase in talk about the Porsche Panamera lately because we’re on the verge of its second-generation replacement. And, most of this talk is about two things: hope that this new one looks better, and lots of complaining about how ugly the current one is. Well, everybody, you’re all wrong: the Panamera…
You’ve saved up some money. You’ve made peace with the spouse. Time to start a car project! Now, where do you start? With a bone-stock blank canvas or something pre-wrenched?