When one finds his (or her) self deep in the desert with a twelve cylinder British sedan of the utmost sleekness, there’s really only one option. Hold the go-pedal until you either run out of road or start to pee your pants.
Two classic Mini Coopers, a dark warehouse, a camera, and a whole lot of prancing around with an LED wand makes for a damn good Friday night.
In order to allay any fears that the 2017 Porsche 911 with its new fangled turbocharger is pissing on decades of marvelous atmospheric flat-six tailpipe sounds, I fastened my GoPro to the rear bumper and let’er rip.
My mom likes to poke fun at me when I agree to do something non-car-related with her, “Oh, you sure you want to go for a hike? There aren’t any vehicles to drive or shoot...you suuure?” Little did she know, there would be a truck to shoot.
This Japanese coupe has some ‘MURICA under the hood, and it’s here to melt tires. Happy Friday!
The other night I did something I do a lot. I met up with a guy I’ve only met briefly in the past to go out in his car and...wait that could be misleading. Let me start over. The other night I shot some photos of a bonkers ‘01 S4, and it turns out I first met this car about 4 years ago.
Let’s say you met a time traveler. Someone who had been instantly transported from a time long ago to 2016. This person would have zero concept of modern technology, and transportation, and would inevitably be very curious about, well, everything.
Driving old cars can be a mixed bag. On one hand, they tend to be nice to look at and fun to see how “things used to be.” On the other hand, they tend to be mechanically temperamental and lacking relative to what we may be accustomed to in terms of performance and handling.
It’s pretty amazing what you can do with a cheap LED and a DSLR. Last weekend a friend visited and brought this beastly yellow machine, of course I couldn’t help but break out the tripod and snap a few shots.
The McLaren 12C is a fantastic car, there’s no disputing this fact. It was born from years of street and race proven technology and received by the automotive community with open arms. But there was something missing.
What to even say about this car. It’s silver? It’s loud? It’s like a Singer, but wider? It’s like a Rauh-Welt, but with a better spoiler?
The formula is correct with this bawdy German duo. A well balanced chassis, drive to the rear wheels, and most importantly a potent V8 motor up front. Only thing missing was a sinuous stretch of tarmac, which we just so happened to find.
Words simply can not do this car justice. In the realm of exalted sports cars, inhabited by the likes of the E30 M3 and Mazda Miata, The NSX has a distinctly different flavor.
People have been asking this question for literally hundreds of years, yet the answer still eludes many. Both German, both open-top. Both rear-wheel-drive, but one has the motor in front and the other mid-mounted.
Walking to work on this rainy Monday, I happened upon this strange scene just North of Canal street.
This trooper took a leisurely Sunday drive swerving back and forth across all three local lanes of the New Jersey Turnpike this afternoon. Behind the cruiser, hundreds of impatient folk plodded along at +/- 40 mph as it happily frolicked to and fro using whichever lanes it pleased. Why not all of them?
Raph gets flown to Dubai to drive Dakar Minis and gets to hobnob with Ryan Tuerck at Englishtown, but here he displays one of my favorite tried and true methods of writing an interesting and informative post based purely off a car he saw parked on the street.
Racetracks are magical places. Even if you’re not there to race or drive at all, there’s a certain feeling associated with the acrid stank of race gas and burned rubber. Which is why I jumped at the opportunity to be a “spotter” for a Porsche Club of America member.