Today’s top race cars are so fast that they routinely hit more than five gs in high speed corners. So top race car drivers have had to train their necks to be unbelievably strong to physically hold their heads in place. How strong? Double F1 world champion and Indy 500 rookie Fernando Alonso can crack a walnut on his…
America’s obsession with air-cooled Porsches has climbed from a hippie appreciation to yuppie objectification to big-money speculation and now virtually religious fixation. Luftgekühlt is its newest tent revival, America’s most obsessive car show.
Pop the hood on any modern car and you will be greeted by the sight of evil pixie demons gnashing their teeth at you, squealing with cruel delight. Wait, no, that’s not right. You’ll see a big plastic engine cover! Yes. But why?
Every old car owner’s worst nightmare is a mechanical failure, a crash out of your control. Greg built his 1991 BMW E30, a 318is with an S52 engine swap, into his absolute pride and joy, and he’s lucky he lived after his brakes gave out on track at 110 mph.
Born in 1989, I grew up thinking of Porsche as a small, kind of weird and old-fashioned yuppie car company a few decades removed from its brief glory days. Now it’s one of the most profitable automakers in the business, and there’s a reason why.
Good morning! Welcome to The Morning Shift, your roundup of the auto news you crave, all in one place every weekday morning. Here are the important stories you need to know, or at least the ones that are fun to read if you want an inside look into the big ego auto industry.
Trump’s handling of the time he burned the Israeli spy described as the single “most valuable source” against ISIS plots could not be worse.
The owner of this car made it out of the fire. He also returned to his flaming car to get a beer. I hope that gives you an idea about how truly special this burnout is.
I currently am on a second-generation Toyota MR-2 kick and this cutaway is not helping dismiss it.
There are two rules here: it has to run and drive.
Not a day goes by that the C6 Corvette Z06 does not go from good looking to better looking to even more better looking. What a clear, simple visualization of a sports car ideal.
Doing a J-turn (aka a Rockford) is one of the coolest tricks you can pull in a car. Notice how I specify a car? Yeah. Don’t try this in a Range Rover up a curb. Watch this Rangie driver find that out the hard way.
Every so often people ask me what I plan on doing to my car, and it’s hard to formulate an answer.
Look into any modern sporty car and you will find two buttons among all the rest: a little button to make the exhaust louder and a little button to put the car in a general sport mode. These buttons get one thing critically wrong: they are backwards.
Nothing is a crueler feeling than seeing your car engineless, forlorn. No wait, there is a crueler feeling: having all of your coworkers torment you about it.
The way we think about Formula 1 as a pinnacle of motor racing is largely thanks to the work of its last boss, bemused hobgoblin Bernie Ecclestone. In Bernie’s later years, however, it looked more and more like he was stifling the sport he helped bring into the mainstream. Now that he’s out it’s increasingly clear…
For reasons beyond my explanation, I am somewhat obsessed with the Pilbara, the big chunk of desert in Western Australia where much of the country’s mining goes on. Here is a slice of life from this chunk of money desert.
As a junky old VW owner, I have about the easiest time of anybody in the car world when it comes to dropping an engine. There are four bolts to undo, a handful of wires and lines to unplug and the whole thing can come out. The rest of you have a tougher time, but it can be made easier.
The Ferrari 312 B3 Spazzaneve (snowplow) from 1972 was “so ugly that it never raced,” as we described it a few years ago. F1 fans never got to see its wedge concept race, but now we can hear its flat-12 wail and my god does it sound good.
It’s hard not to love nervous, spritely, wheel-hopping hot hatches. And few are more nervous, spritely or wheel-hoppy as a 2000s Honda Civic Type R. Sadly, for one CTR owner on the ‘Ring, things got a bit too hot.