The shrieking night in my brain grows louder as the stars shine bright above. CRESSIDA is its shrill call. CRESSIDA is that against which I have no power. CRESSIDA is what I require.
You might be able to find one of these things rotting away in your neighbor’s barn, but that doesn’t mean that the original Mazda RX-7 isn’t a true, glorious, flawed masterpiece the likes of which the car world rarely sees.
The Jaguar XJ220 is one of the greatest cars ever built. At the time of its debut, it was seen as one of the most disappointing. It all has to do with the cutaway above.
All of the great homologation specials — the BMW E30 M3, the Lancia Delta Integrale, the Plymouth Superbird — have all been discovered and cost more and more every year. Except for one. This is the Mitsubishi Pajero Evolution, and you will be amazed at its reputation just as much as its shockingly low price.
Today’s Aston Martin seeks to cultivate a crisp, modern, James Bond in a very trim suit image. There was a time when things over there were more double-breasted, when they succeeded in building the most powerful (and possibly most moronic) car in the world.
The Porsche Carrera GT has always been known for its screaming wail of an exhaust note, not so different from an old F1 car. As it turns out, there’s a very good (if complicated) reason for that.
The Ferrari F50 is often remembered as a flop: it was slower than the car it replaced and for years its styling was absolutely reviled. I think the problem was that the thing was built 60 years too late, and it’s all because of that engine.
What makes rally so interesting it that the cars you see in competition are all street legal, and built up off what’s on the showroom floor.
This is not an ordinary Alfa Romeo Alfasud Sprint. It's the Alfasud Sprint 6C prototype and it might just be the greatest car of the '80s that never was.
What if I told you that Ford commissioned a two-seater Mustang rally car designed and built by a legendary Italian coachbuilder that history quickly forgot? You’d want that car, right? Here it is: the ‘79 Ghia RSX, the coolest Mustang that never was.
With the departure of the hairy but golden-penned Mr. Lieberman, I have been passed the torch of the Jalopnik Fantasy Garage. It is with honor and deference I accept this great undertaking. I hope to carry on where he left off, bringing you the best of the best in this galaxy of automobilia. Unfortunately, my first…
At first glance, Davey G. Johnson and I are barely distinguishable. We both exist in the form of a blog called Jalopnik.com as thirtynothing writers with some degree (however forced) of literary savoir-faire. We're bearded, the same height, lovers of cigarettes, in agreement that Jawbreaker's 24-hour Revenge Therapy…
You have been warned. Anyone who votes against the Daimler Double Six 50 Sport Corsica Drophead Coupe's induction into the Jalopnik Fantasy Garage will be ceremoniously banned, without possibility of appeal. Sayonara. Auf Wiedersehen. Fugedaboudit. [Not really, but you get the sentiment — ed.] However, we are not…
Our first three Jalopnik Fantasy Garage residents possess on average the power of 477 horses. The 1969 Honda 1300 Coupe 9 has only 116 ponies at the ready. And its front wheels are of the driven persuasion. Still, I am advocating for the Coupe 9 to be included in our little 50-space Fantasy Garage. Why? Well, for one…
If you're a thirtysomething pistonhead like me, odds are good you once had a poster of a Lamborghini Countach on your wall. Most likely, the Countach spent the duration of your puberty sandwiched between a Ferrari Testarossa and Kathy Ireland. But you probably didn't have a picture of an Aston Martin V8 Vantage. And I…