The Bentley Continental Supersports is not.
Exonerating the De Tomaso Pantera
Nearly all of the intrinsic problems with the De Tomaso Pantera have since found a fix. Except one thing. It will roast your nuts.
The Car Stays in the Picture: Ferrari Enzo/Charlie’s Angels II?
Did you ever wonder why the Ferrari Enzo made its movie debut on a Malibu beach, driven by a soaking wet Demi Moore, as part of the second filmic iteration of a 70s jigglevision TV show? The answer invlolves Poseidon, The Sopranos, speed bumps, Paris, bikini-clad movie stars, and Trojan Horses.
Chester Bennington’s Final Billboard Interview
Chester Bennington and I went for a joyride this spring. Our long conversation ended up being the last interview he gave to Billboard. In the wake of his tragic suicide today, I was asked to write something about our time together, and share some previously unpublished excerpts.
When Japanes Cars Were Janky
Between 1968 and 1970, Datsun would introduce the 510 sedan, the 240Z sports car, and a new-generation compact pickup, all of which became legendary. Their predecessors, the cars you’d find in a Datsun store earlier in the 1960s? Not so much.
John Lennon’s Psychedelic Rolls-Royce Returns to the U.K. to Celebrate Sgt. Pepper’s 50th Anniversary
One would imagine that Rolls-Royce would have been horrified by Lennon’s “customization” of their car. But they seem to be celebrating it as a brand virtue.
The Orphan Chronicles: Edwards Engineering
There were more than 50 American-made sports cars available in the years between the end of the war and the introduction of the Chevrolet Corvette in 1953. But perhaps none are as important or intriguing as the cars made by Sterling Edwards, even if he only managed to make about a half-dozen over as many years.
Seven, Seven-Figure Cars
These days, the world’s most expensive cars tend to be Italian and Post-War. These seven rare beauties meet both of those prerequisites.
smart?
Every so often, a bitch has to write a screed.
Nothing but a G Thing
Ain’t nothin’ but a G thang, baby.
Three diff-locked G’s so we’re crazy.
The latest installment in my “Social History Of…” column for Car and Driver. Click on the thumbnail above (and then click again) to read a crappy scan, or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.