Does anyone know? Sincerely curious.
The time has come: today is my final day as a regular contributor to Jalopnik. From this moment on, you’ll be able to find all my writing at the new automotive enthusiast-focused page Autotrader.com/Oversteer, where I’ve been hired as editor. But as much as I’m excited for my new gig, leaving behind Jalopnik after…
Hello, good people of Jalopnik, and welcome to this week’s version of Letters to Doug, wherein you send me letters – presumably strung together to make words and sentences – and, in return, send you Doug.
Today, I write to you as a pissed-off consumer. Actually, every day I write to you I’m a pissed-off consumer, because I have Comcast. But today, I’m especially pissed off about something else: official-looking warranty expiration notices.
This is Letters to Doug, your favorite weekly column wherein you write letters and I answer them with some tremendously exciting, interesting prose, except last week, when I was instead looking for moose in Subaru country.
Ladies and gentlemen, my Aston Martin and I have returned from our 1,600-mile journey into the Maine wilderness. It was a wonderful trip with my fiancée that included lots of excitement, and adventure, and only one unscheduled repair stop at a rural discount tire shop next to an abandoned lot filled with Volkswagens.
Hello, humans of Jalopnik, and welcome to your weekly dose of Letters to Doug, everyone’s favorite column wherein you send me a letter and I prattle on about something that’s only tangentially related while simultaneously insulting the Audi Allroad.
In approximately four hours, I’ll be leaving on a long road trip to drive my Aston Martin into the Maine wilderness on its longest, most grueling road trip yet. This will be a momentous occasion, as I do not believe my Aston Martin has ever personally met a moose. It will also be a serious, highly important test of…
A few weeks ago, a friend and Jalopnik reader—I’ll call him “Dave,” because that’s his name—got a new Jaguar F-Type with a stick shift. Naturally, I did what any normal friend would do: I congratulated him on the car. Then I invited myself to drive the car and film a video with it.
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Right now, there are few greater threats to public safety than a Ford Mustang exiting a Cars and Coffee. To combat this national crisis, I recently filmed a video that shows Mustang owners how to leave cars and coffee events in a safe, delicate manner that doesn’t cause any form of ruckus. I did this in an 850…
When I die, I think this is what my tombstone will say: Here lies Doug DeMuro. Crushed a PT Cruiser with a Hummer.
Hello and welcome to the latest round of Letters to Doug, your favorite weekly Jalopnik column that involves both a) letters, and b) Doug.
I will never forget the morning I catapulted to stardom, when Jay Leno mentioned my recent Jalopnik column on The Today Show. I was asleep, and I found out about it hours later on Twitter.
As I look back on the ownership of my Ferrari 360 Modena about a year after I sold it, I think I can finally say that I’ve pinpointed the major reasons why I didn’t like it.
When you think about the state of the modern automotive industry, I’m sure there are many things you want today’s cars to do better. More power. More electric range. More performance. More autonomous features. And those are all great suggestions. But you know what I want? Sliding doors. I want more sliding doors.
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Last week German luxury brand Audi—noted purveyor of automobiles with the reliability of a heroin-addicted parent—revealed the all-new Audi A5. And the automotive enthusiast world eagerly looked on, and examined the design, and feasted their eyes on the A5’s sensual curves. And then they asked: That’s it?
For a long time, you have suspected there was a difference between affording to buy a used exotic car and affording to own a used exotic car. Today, your suspicions will be confirmed.
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