Before last month, it had been more than a year and a half since I’d been on an ultra-long road trip across Texas. But, as I said, I unfortunately broke that dry spell recently for a big event in another state. I spent seven hours in the car, which isn’t long at all in the realm of road trips, but it almost broke me.
Jamie Orr decided he was going to save this ultra-rare Volkswagen Golf Harlequin from a junkyard. One of the most beloved cars that VW ever made, the Harlequin deserved better. The only problem was that it was 3,000 miles away. Well, that wasn’t the only problem.
Roman is a filmmaker living in Winnipeg, Canada. He would like to take a trip down to beautiful Buenos Aires, Argentina, but he wants to drive and will need a special vehicle to get him there and back. What car should he buy!
At first, the fact that there’s nothing here except farmland with a near absence of topographical features is sort of beautiful. It’s surreal. You pass through miles and miles of nothing but cornstalks waving in the wind. But then you pass through more miles of it, get bored and slowly devolve into madness.
Mark Zuckerberg is considerably better at New Year’s resolutions than you are—last year, he built his own home AI, voiced by Morgan Freeman, and ran all over the world. This year, Zuck’s New Year’s resolution is more noble, more selfless. He wants to get offline and immerse himself in the nitty-gritty land of IRL. The…
If you ever wanted to visit every interesting historical site in the U.S., this map will guide you on a tour to each one using the mathematically shortest route possible.
“You’re going to Germany... to drive a Cadillac?” I lost count of how many people offered that response when I told them about my upcoming plans, but I can assure you, they were all equally confused. Why would I go all the way to Europe to get behind the wheel of a car that’s easily accessible at home?
My brother is the unfortunate owner of a Dodge Caliber, a rolling symbol of American industrial decline. And it’s not just any Caliber, it’s a high-mileage, poorly-maintained former rental car. Plus, it’s from the first model year of Calibers. Unsurprisingly, I was scared shitless at the prospect of road tripping the…
There are many times I find myself behind the wheel of my ‘73 Volkswagen, no GPS, no radio, no air conditioning, not even a fan, and earplugs in because the car is so loud at this point, and I look at other drivers in their Honda Accords and wonder what it would be like to comfortable. But I also wonder if there’s…
When people talk about what they’d hypothetically do in an extreme situation, it’s almost always bullshit. Panic is a powerful thing. It can’t be accounted for. That’s why, instead of me harping on about how my cross-country S-Class towing-a-trailer experiment went swimmingly, I’ll share the panic-filled tale of how…
It had somehow narrowed down to hours, how I was measuring time. It wasn’t a question of days or weeks anymore. I was doing hour and mile calculations to see if I’d make it back in New York by the time I needed to be back for work. And stuck on the side of the road again, New Mexico heat all around, it felt like I’d…
“Hey, there, it’s Travis again.” I was crouched on the side of the highway next to a Jaguar F-Type. “Remember how I just called and said that the car had egg all over it? Well now the bumper is kind of hanging off. I’m really sorry.”
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…