You may have noticed I’ve been silent about my recent BMW E30 purchase. The fanfare of buying an elderly autobahn cruiser has been met with months devoid of updates. I can tell you it’s not because I’m having the time of my life driving it. It’s because I found something catastrophic within.
I know what you’re thinking: “Wait, that doesn’t look bad at all!” Trust me, I thought the same thing.
My good ol’ Nissan 300ZX Twin Turbo did what it does best a few days ago: it broke. This time around was different though; the car graciously allowed me to fix it for free.
I couldn’t help but feel bad for this little Ford Ranger. Having been subjected to years of abuse and neglect, it looked absolutely terrible. I knew that under all that dirt and grime was an honest machine that had plenty of life left in it—if only I could work some magic to bring it back from the brink.
Two and a half decades is a long time. It also happens to be the same amount of time since the brakes on my old 1994 Honda CBR900RR were last touched. I figured it would be a good idea to refresh the inner-workings of one of the brake system’s most critical components: the brake calipers.
I recently decided to do something outside my normal routine: Restore a vintage nitro-powered remote control car. I learned a lot more about vehicles than I expected to.
When buying a vehicle with more than a quarter of a million miles, you have to expect it’s going to need a lot of work right out of the gate. When I decided to purchase this 1986 Toyota Pickup Turbo, I may have underestimated how much work that would be.
I just bought another 1980s Toyota pickup, making me living proof that you should never say “never.” Oops.
Ah, winter. The infamous off-season for many motorcyclists. Even if the icy weather doesn’t allow for riding, I still find myself hanging out with the bikes in the garage anyway. This usually ends up with me identifying something that needs to be fixed. This time around, my focus was drawn to the drive chain on my…
Have you ever come across an ad for a used modern car that mentions the vehicle had just received a tune-up? What does “tune-up” even mean in regards to today’s cars? Well, in all likeliness, the seller of the vehicle in said advertisement doesn’t know what they are talking about. They probably just buzzword-bombed…
Unless you’re driving around in some ‘80s econobox, chances are you have electric door locks in your car. As with anything, these electric locks will eventually wear out, leaving you to use a physical key to unlock the door. The horror!
Nobody ever claimed that the Z32 Nissan 300ZX Twin Turbo was a reliable vehicle. Here’s one of the reasons why.
If ball joints are allowed to degrade to the point of failure, it can lead to a wheel separating from the vehicle while driving. That is... not good. The Dodge Ram that I bought a few months back ended up having some loose joints up front, and I certainly didn’t want a nightmarish scenario like that to unfold. Here’s…
If I just hadn’t gotten on Craigslist today, my conscience would have been fine. I would never have known the tragedy that had taken place to a machine I once held dear. So much time and effort was put into that bike. My poor, helpless Kawasaki. What happened to you?
The 1993 Honda CBR900RR that I’ve been writing about is almost too much of a unicorn. Low-mileage, near-perfect examples don’t exactly grow on trees. I want to preserve it. That doesn’t mean park it forever in the living room, but it does mean daily-rider duties are off the table. The bike doesn’t take up much room,…
Finding the bike of my dreams was 95 percent of the battle. Here’s the other 5 percent.
I’ve been trying to figure it out for some time now. What is it about early ’90s sportbikes that gives my stomach butterflies? Is it the round headlights, the voluptuous fairings, or the lack of electronics? Whatever the reason, there is one bike in particular that has been on my realistic must-have list for a long…
It’s been nearly four months since I last checked in about my project Nissan 300ZX Twin Turbo. I’ve been trying to drive the car more often, because that’s what cars are for: to be driven.
Call it a guilty pleasure if you must, but there is just something about the second-generation Dodge Ram that won’t let my subconscious rest.
Learning from past experiences is how we grow as individuals. So, “How?” you may ask, did I end up with yet another Triumph Spitfire? Well, let’s just say that this time around, I wasn’t looking to explore the values of classic British car ownership. This time I was hunting for a profit.
