“If you’re in the audience, it just looks like a bunch of weird skits.”

My piece on my beloved friends (and mechanics) at Churchill Classics is out in this week’s Autoweek. Click the images above to view a crappy scan, or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.

My newest franchise launches today in Autoblog, focusing on two of my favorite (but decidedly separate) activities: cars, and cocktails. First up, exploring/debunking the apocryphal origin story of the enticing/disgusting mixture of Calvados and Dubonnet known as The Bentley.

The proprietary eponym of the automotive world turns fifty.

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Laden with outrageous styling, innovative componentry, and tenacious Corvette underpinnings, the XLR took on a lot of Cadillac”s stereotypes and demons””all at once. It wasn”t as commercially successful as it was meant to be. But perhaps it was just ahead of its time?

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The Chrysler Crossifre SRT6 is the product of dysfunctional parentage, and an inside joke that the owners are inside of–literally. Which is exactly why they love it. I explore this Modern Misfit in the second part of my ongoing series for Autoweek. Click on the thumbnails above to zoom in and view the piece. You won’t regret it, especially if you’re a fan of smoky blue manifolds.

A fiendish Autoweek exegesis of our young century’s least collectible automobiles, co-authored with the excellent Davey Johnson.

My first in a series of pieces for Autoweek, in which we choose an oddball car, and try to figure out why (and where) people bought it. Car number one is Chevy’s bizarre, retro-styled, hardtop convertible truck, the SSR. Read! Learn!