One day at an auto show is never enough. Sadly, those of us without press badges are rarely able to spend more than one day (or realistically, a fraction of one) wandering the stands of auto shows. So we tend to either prioritize on a few highlights, or sprint around like a cloud of flaming killer bees was chasing us.

We are currently witnessing a new chapter of history. Specifically, the next definition of classic cars. Our parents pined for the cars of the 50s, 60s, and 70s. My sisters’ and my generations started Radwood. And in a decade or two, the people who are teenagers & pre-teens now will wax poetic about cars like the…

I may not live in NYC, but I do know concrete’s not supposed to glow. The issues with the Big Apple’s subways have continued to mount as the rail systems decay, but this one is definitely new.

I miss Pasteiner’s. The Woodward Avenue store was a mecca for car enthusiasts looking for that one elusive die-cast model or obscure Italian sports car coffee-table book. It also hosted a wonderfully casual Cars & Coffee on Saturday mornings. Even when winter was bitch-slapping us with salt and arctic wind, odds are…

Summer was a time of transition for me. I moved from Metro Detroit back to Chicagoland, and found a (horrifyingly busy) new job to keep me insured while I attempt to strike out as a freelancer. Sadly, this means I’ve had to leave behind Detroit’s amazing Cars & Coffee weekend events. Mostly.

The rush of wind you felt recently was the pent-up sigh of a million twenty-somethings finally seeing Incredibles 2. I was slightly too old to fall head-over-heels for the first movie when it came out—but I was still excited to see the sequel with my friends. It was a bit weird, coming back to a bit of childhood as an…

I think I have the automotive version of SAD (seasonal affective disorder): SAD-MC. As in, “Seriously, Another Dang Muscle Car?” Though SAD-MC would be an interesting DJ name.

To this day, the only car with leather seats my parents have ever owned is their 1994 Cadillac DeVille. That car was low (as a kid I often climbed onto the roof from the trunk), softly sprung, and had ashtrays filled with old candy wrappers. That last part wasn’t a standard feature, I was just lazy and no one in my…

That annoying screech in the distance you just heard was my voice cracking in the middle of shouting Hallelujah. For a miracle has occurred.

It didn’t look this steep from the ground. But once you climb the steps and look down...it gives me a new level of respect for NASCAR drivers. Not to mention the racers here tonight, their wakes whistling past me as they fight for first place, lap after lap. They share the same primal drive to win, the need to keep…

These past few weeks, one song’s featured heavily in my YouTube history: the late Japanese producer Nujabes’ “Shiki no Uta”, the beautiful ending theme to the phenomenal anime series Samurai Champloo. Please, before you do or read anything else, just take five minutes and do your ears an enormous favor, and listen:

There’s something satisfyingly solid about metal, especially steel. When you pick up an old wrench, you feel the cold handle slowly warm. It feels reassuringly heavy, dependable, when you heft it. The Man of Steel. Steel is real. It’s why it’s used in bike frames, and pickup truck beds.

Automakers dabbling in the world of cycling is nothing new. Peugeot was a bike maker way before they switched to cars, and bikes bearing the Peugeot name continue to be made in Europe to this day. Lotus famously designed the Type 108, one of the first carbon-monocoque aero bikes used in competition, and the bike…

I remember getting into the Hummer H2, as a kid at the Chicago Auto Show. I remember how unbelievably huge it felt. I remember climbing into the frankly enormous backseat, feeling like I was back at recess on the jungle gym. I remember walking around with my dad, joined off-and-on throughout the years by my uncle.

The Toyota Supra is, at this point, the Kingdom Hearts III of cars—or maybe the Final Fantasy VII remake. Teased endlessly, paraded in tiny, camouflaged doses every so often. We were always told a release date would be nigh, and yet four years after the show-stopping FT-1 concept debuted...nothing. I earned a master’s…

Venerated, replicated, but never quite duplicated, the Lancia Stratos rightly deserves its legendary status. Over the years, modern versions have attempted to recapture the spark of the original. One was even featured on Top Gear.

Commenters on Oppositelock and Jalopnik love taking pot-shots at Fiat Chrysler Automobiles. Though FCA has blessed the world with the likes of the Hellcat family pride, the hellishly-quick and over-the-top Demon, the 500 Abarth pocket-rocket, and stylish Pacifica, it’s arguably just as well known for its CEO’s…

Winter is often dreary: heavy iron skies, biting cold, salt and slush coating everything. But not every day is cruel. And even on miserable-looking days, one of the best ways to conquer the season’s doldrums is to get outside and move. It’s why I keep biking throughout the winter: it lets me get places without using…

I love going to Cars & Coffee events. It’s a chance to admire IRL what I’ve usually only seen on a computer screen or in a book. Reading about a Caterham Seven isn’t the same as squeezing into one. Seeing the grinning face of an Austin-Healey Sprite in person puts an effervescent smile on your face in a way a photo…

There’s practically nothing that hasn’t been shoved into a Miata’s engine bay. K24's, V6's, K20's, rotary engines, turbos, superchargers, and of course, the LS V8. Like the original Mini, the Miata is a blank canvas that anyone and everyone can turn into their own piece of art. Supplying a lot of the paint is Flyin’…