I have owned many very nice cars, including Jaguar E types and top of the line Mercedes coupes, and then of course, motorcycles. But I am now 71, retired, live in the middle of San Francisco now and don’t currently own a vehicle. Frankly, something like this is about the only sort car (excluding handmade fantasies…

Martin Swig, an import dealer on an Ness in San Francisco and all around car nut was still selling new 164's years after Alfa Romeo stopped selling in the US in 1995. I really liked them in the official dark blue that Italian government 164's came in.

A simple compromise solution would be to include a small, battery operated AM portable radio with each car, the kind that cost less than $10 when there was a Radio Shack to buy it at. You could cultify them with branding. Who doesn’t want a Ferrari branded red transistor radio? Bonus points if they slot into a charger.

When I first started messing wth cars, the headlights for every car sold in the US would be found in a few feet of shelf space at a mom and pop auto supply store, and you would spend about what you had spent on lunch buying one. Sure they were crap, but everyone’s headlights were crap. The main difference was: are…

Can’t we all just sit back and enjoy this generations version of Howard Hughes?

Eventually he will run into somebody who does appreciate his life style choices and not come home that night, and his face will end up on milk boxes as a lost kid. Then the inevitable “Go Fund Me” appeal...

Came here to say the unexpected dark horse most comfortable vehicle I have experienced was the Peugeot 504. Tight suspension, yet you didn’t notice driving over train tracks. Frequently at stop lights I became concerned that the engine had died - it was so quiet and vibration-free. It really needed a tachometer just so…

Many years ago now, a perfect long weekend at Laguna Seca/Monterey/Pebble Beach in 1994. I traveled alone in my recently rebuilt 1963 Mercedes Benz W111 coupe, which made a good impression and fit right in, and I spent as much time as I wanted doing what I wanted.

A long time ago, the summer of 1975, I was backpacking through northwest Africa when I boarded an Air Mali, operated by russian Aeroflot, turboprop flying from Mopti to Bamako, the capital of Mali.

My vacation trips are usually international and more than 3 weeks, so I always check a large roller bag, often with a empty duffle inside for the stuff I will end up buying. Never had a bag issue. It is kind of nice to waltz into the plane with just a coat and the same small shoulder bag I would carry daily to work…

I have come to the conclusion that Elon Musk is this era’s version of Howard Hughes. 

Grandma used to wax grandpa’s Vista Cruiser with Lemon Pledge. that cat always smelled lemon fresh!

Fortunately, he was able to get a job as security at a Florida High School

Tourons had a vision of posting dramatic videos of themselves drifting on a salt flat in a rented Porsche. Unfortunately their vacation came at a rare time when it is wet in Death Valley. 90% of the time that would have been as hard as concrete.

Out of basic decency, can you possible just think about chilling with your idiotic links embedded in stories? The following for example, referring to people who died inthe minivan, links to a lightweight piece about buying a used minivan: “Roman crashed into a Dodge Grand Caravan with four occupants inside, People repo…

Dang it. they only gave me 1.5 million for not making a movie.

This sounds very much like my late discovery of Motorcycles. I was into my forties before I ever rode one and was immediately hooked. Living in San Francisco, getting things done with a car can be frustrating at best, and switching to a motorcycle changed everything. Like you, I could jump on my bike in the Haight…

As a twenty year old in the 1970's I managed to purchase a Series I for only $1800. it was quite handsome, and in 5 years of ownership it never broke down or left me stranded and I sold it for much, much more. Like someone who was lucky their first time at blackjack, I have my fond memories, but know when to quit.

I would love to feel comfortable and at home driving very old or strange cars expertly.

It doesn’t really count but in my college days I drove from Eugene, Oregon to NYC and back in December with a girl who would only drive when Patty Smith singing “Horses” was on the stereo, loud, in a Peugeot.