McLaren continues to impress us with its capacity for finding its own solutions and its willingness to attempt novel recipes, even if they’re delivered 85 percent cooked and slightly goopy in the middle. Better that, we suppose, than burned to a fiery crisp like a Spanish hillside.
The first installment of my new ongoing Car and Driver column on alternate versions of cars that could have changed the course of automotive history. This initial entry is on the 1985 Ford Taurus Hatchback.
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A better-than-ever replacement for my long lost BMW 2002.
Tom Cotter has written a dozen books about cars he’s found in barns. To what does he attribute the longevity and durability of this series? “I think it’s an adult version of treasure hunting.
Exploring the pioneers of automotive styling, in the Motor City, before Harley Earl.
Praiseworthy lunatics are transforming GM’s final station wagon into street-devouring performance machines.
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Nostalgia is a potent elixir. This is particularly true in vintage-car purchases, where each generation, upon reaching middle age, becomes distanced enough from the horrors of their youth, and endowed with more than enough gelt to sustain themselves on ramen and Gallo, to be ensnared by splendidly horrible vehicles that were impossibly out of reach as new.
“By adopting sites that are used predominantly for advertising, Kruger challenges the viewer’s expectations and creates a powerful art experience.”
Proving once again that midwestern garages are a cryogenic laboratory for the preservation of oddball Big Three “Malaise Era” physical culture.
Two lavishly produced paeans to how automakers worked to accustom Americans to an infinite buying cycle, unrelated to product improvement, consumer benefit, or need.