I glanced down at my phone to double check the directions Google was giving me and I looked up, at highway speed, and the road in front of me disappeared. I didn’t even have time to shit myself.
The biggest weekend in American racing is almost upon us, and as usual, Jalopnik is sending a crack squad of miscreants and weirdos to cover the race. One of them is photographer and contributor Kurt Bradley, whose smoke-filled photos have often graced our internet pages.
Driving eastward across the country sucks, because you begin in the wonderful wide open spaces of the West and you end up stuck in traffic on the I-95 corridor. But there’s at least one good side of the trip.
You know your road trip is a shit show when crossing the highest mountain range in the lower 48 on three cylinders counts as a good day.
A wise man once said: “An Aston Martin is safe in a garage, but that is not what Aston Martins are built for.” So tomorrow, I’m taking mine on a 1,500-mile road trip across seven U.S. states.
I don’t have a lot to contextualize just how horribly my cross country drive in my new 1974 Volkswagen Beetle started. Hell, I don’t think anyone has ever driven to their own tow truck before.
It didn’t occur to me at the time quite how ridiculous it was. I was staring at my new car, its engine out and sitting on the driveway, and I planned on driving it across the country to New York City the next day.
I live near Detroit. The usual reasons some people dislike Detroit—the cold, the snow, the insular culture, the urban decay—they don’t bother me much. What really ticks me off about living there is that there’s not a single great driving road within three hours. I fantasize about living near mountains. For the next 24…
I’d badly wanted a Honda CRX Si ever since test driving one back in 1985. I’ve also been wanting to tour the American Southwest again for nearly as long. By flying to Phoenix to buy a rare CRX sight unseen, I’d accomplished the first goal. My new car wasn’t just any CRX, but one of the few fuel-injected Si’s that had…
Religion, especially its more cult-like forms, can inspire people to do stupid things. Mine recently compelled me to place a sizable wager on the reliability of a 29-year-old Honda, on forecasts of unseasonably decent weather, on online friendships, and on other, even more questionable things.
“We couldn’t make a decision, so we said to each other, let’s do the whole world,” said Dutch Model T owner Dirk Regter. So, that’s what Dirk did with his wife Trudy: traveled all over in a 1915 Ford Model T to collect money for orphans. These are clearly our kind of good people.
A road trip is a classic movie backdrop; easy allegory for character development, right? Check out this neat visual breakdown of the highway adventures from three great movies and one other movie. Now you can go buy a dog van and do one!
There are few things I’ve wanted to experience more on a motorcycle than riding to the tip of Baja, Mexico. Since I haven’t been able to make that dream a reality yet, watching other guys do it is always high on my list.
Top Gear, as we know it, is now off the air. A replacement show, with a new format and a different cast, is coming out God knows when. The original guys are making the transition to Amazon, but their show, too, seems like a long way off. So if you’re like me, you’re having withdrawals.
The weird thing about the road trip of the future is that it’s much more like the road trips we used to take in our past than anything else. My coworkers and I just did 1400-odd miles in an electric Tesla Model S that could also drive itself. It wasn’t just the trip of the future. It was the way things used to be, too.
Me and a buddy just spent nearly 40 hours straight driving from New York to California and back to New York on minimal sleep in a Ford Fiesta ST. We knew it wouldn’t be easy, but how not-easy was it? Let’s just say I think I’ve come up with the ultimate guide on what not to do on a long road trip.
Our man Aaron Brown and his buddy Brian Silvestro are on a road trip across the U.S., but he brought you today’s AOTD from a Fiesta ST about 170 miles from El Paso. Good hustle, kid.
Does writing whimsical posts about cars qualify one to buy a 17-year-old Japanese car in Eastern Europe? It does not! The true story of a doomed voyage to Armenia and my volatile love affair with a Subaru Sumo.
It’s pretty much the opposite of road trip season. It’s cold, Maybe that’s why road trips are on my mind.
The most unexpected things always seem to be in the absolute middle of nowhere. Maybe that’s part of what makes it all so weird. These are the ten most jarring things Jalopnik readers have seen out on the open road.