As ridiculous as this thing is, and it could be a monument to wasteful niche marketing, I can see some potential as a party machine - if they were capable of being daisy chained together a few watts at a time to surround a ball field or beach party and queue the contributors' tracks to a jukebox stream...

As one who's argued that the Saab Sonnet, Stutz Bearcat and Corvair Monza Spyder better meet the definition of "sports car" than the original blue flame six Corvette or pagoda Mercedes, I'm as guilty as anyone of drawing those distinctions in strange and awkward places. But apart from rhetorical arguments that better…

During the cabin-fever epidemic of the winter of '82, my friend and I sat down with a case of beer, a JC Whitney catalog and a calculator, and determined that the cumulative increases in power claimed by the various performance enhancing devices offered (+20% carb, +15% headers, etc) for Volkswagen engines would…

Though I'm impressed, I'm not so sure Her Majesty's secret Service wouldn't regard this as an affront to the empire, especially since it originated in BRITISH Columbia, rather than its equatorial namesake, and the impetus for an expensive, exciting, explosion filled investigation that could only be managed by an…

Particularly puzzling given the gap between the engine and the crossbar. It would seem that they could have allowed the bike a practical ground clearance while still maintaining the visual illusion that it's planted to the pavement. Nonetheless, a striking design.

Now I can't shake the image of a voiceover actor in Bangalore taking on outsourced narration jobs. Snow scrapers for American trucks today, Czech deodorant and Argentinian ice cream tomorrow.

Could it be a clue that Nissan will beat everyone else to the market with a magnetically levitating roof in the next Crosscabrio? Might be just what the old version was missing...

Maaco? La-de-da. A case of Krylon primer, a few days of sanding, then spray on whatever Charlie has left over from the last job anyone paid for. Points and plugs, change the oil, check the brakes, throw on some Chinese tires, a lace-up steering wheel wrap and if it passes inspection, you're good to go...maybe a fire…

given that these would represent a quantum leap forward in one niche market, we just might see them here, gathering golf balls at the driving range

Someday, one of the 48 (49?,50?..) Tuckers will need a new engine...

The Hyundai Veloster 3 door coupe. Between a hatch that includes half the roof and an oddly useful single rear door, it swallows cargo like a circus clown car, and is actually quite useful as a [small] family sedan...but with 200 hp available in the turbo version, hardly an appliance slouch

One of my most memorable track moments was a spin in the same corner. My brother and I were running our Corvairs through 'low speed' practice laps during a NECC club event when the driver ahead of us lost control and started to spin. We each yanked the wheel in a different direction and somehow avoided crashing into…

...the Anna Held look...surgical removal of the lower ribs will enhance the profile of any woman's bustline and derriere...

Firing up the nozzle after a rough day at work, and a rougher commute, and blasting the grime off my patio, visualizing each panel of filth as a horde of invading Nazi zombie-leeches led by my ex wife's lawyer....I can't imagine a more satisfying act of violence

flies, drawn to shit and eaten by spiders. "the fly" could have been a documentary about the life of a housefly and would still be a horror movie.

Chevrolet. Not only didn't they defend the (redesigned) Corvair from Nader's (valid) criticism (of the first series cars' swing axle handling tendencies), they launched a petty, lame and vicious attack on the man himself, while allowing one of the most progressive mainstream designs of the era to rot.