Murilee Rant

Nearly four years have passed since the first post I wrote for Jalopnik. It's been a good run, but I need a break.

I've got plenty of tales of the wretched heaps I've owned over the years, but I lack sufficient photographic…

While the penumbral financial backers of my DUI Telepresence Crown Victoria Figure Eight Racing series shovel rubles…

So now that the phones at Murilee Martin Image Consulting, Inc., keep ringing with offers of vast sums from…

Why did I leave the Island That Rust Forgot for Denver last weekend? Cherchez la femme!

I tend to get pretty curmudgeonly about Model Bloat, excessive standard features, and other ills of the current…

Now before you all die from brain bubbles because one of the Greatest Symbols Of The American Way Of Life is…

After reading the tale of the science-geek kid whose innocuous Gatorade-bottle-based motion-detector project got the…

Everyone does the "Greatest Hits" retrospective thing at the end of the year, right? Right! I'll admit that some of…

There's a sequence in the 1991 movie Slacker in which a couple of Texas gearheads score a GM electronic-ignition…

Here's a story I've been meaning to tell since I started writing for Jalopnik: how it came to be that I love…

Every family has its Legendary Car tales, whether it be the Amby that your parents drove from Uttar Pradesh to…