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.
Drifting’s roots are in sliding the living bejeezus out of old cars on twisting roads. Here’s how that looks in the icy wastes of Scandinavia.
There's a reason why people like old Toyota Cressidas.
It's one thing to drive the Green Hell. It's another thing to drive it in a no-safety old Japanese tin can. It's yet another thing to do all that sideways.
Welcome to Little Car in the Big City, where I highlight fascinating cars I found walking around a town that is known for being bigger than everything else, but where every car is fighting to stand out: New York, New York.
Touge is a Japanese thing that's easier to understand than tentacle porn or eyeball sushi. It's exactly what Norwegian mountain roads were made for.
The line between people sharing their sexual preferences and people selling their cars on Craigslist has been crossed in this ad for a heavily modified 1987 Toyota Cressida with a giant "I AM GAY" sticker, dildo shifter and paintball gun.
When you see pink paint on an engine in the junkyard, that means only one thing: Cash For Clunkers victim! The latest wave of Clunkercides in my local yards seems to be mostly Lexus cars.
Award season is rapidly approaching, and Nice Price or Crack Pipe wants you to arrive at the red carpet shouting oh, what a feeling!
In the play My Fair Lady, Professor Henry Higgins turned Cockney flower girl Eliza Doolittle into a proper English lady. Today, Nice Price or Crack Pipe brings you a similar transformation from Toyota.
Welcome to Down On The Street, where we admire old vehicles found parked on the streets of the Island That Rust Forgot: Alameda, California. Here's a car that should be recognizable to anyone venturing to Alameda's main downtown strip during business hours: an '86 Cressida that lives in a yellow loading zone in…