America flexes its muscle. And, not surprisingly, we like the results.

My latest car page for Men’s Fitness. Click on the thumbnail above (and then click again) to view a crappy scan. Or just buy the magazine on the newsstand.

An article about cars that are fun to drive, practical, and affordable. And I wrote it? Click on the thumbnail above (and then click it again) to view a crappy scan, or just buy the December 2014 issue of Men’s Fitness on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch. (page 68)

Diesel. It’s not just for parsimonious old WASPS, pre-suburban Brooklyn heterosexuals, Mississippi fiber-optic cable installers, and hirsute long-distance pumpkin haulers anymore. Now that it’s in my monthly car column in Men’s Fitness–the third best magazine with Men’s in the title–it’s also for twenty-something Midwestern juice-heads. Celebrate this crude mainstreaming by clicking the thumbnail above once, then again, to view a crappy scan. Or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.

Fall is the season of adventure. For my latest Men’s Fitness car column (October, 2014) I round up new trucks–or truck-like things– from Jeep, Chevy, GMC, and Subaru that can take you wherever you want to go. Click the thumbnail above (and then click it again) to read the piece, or just buy it on the newsstand, chintzy.

How Chevy, Jeep, and Cadillac are besting BMW, Land Rover, and Mercedes, and saving you tens of thousands of dollars.
My latest for Men’s Fitness, in the September issue. Click on the thumbnail (and then click again) to read.

Guess what’s not just for gay Europeans anymore? Scooters! And to prove it, I splashed them all over the pages of Men’s Fitness where they are now officially a butch trend.

Click on the thumbnail above (and then click on it again) to view a scan of the page. Or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.

A commuter car, a luxury coupe, and some imaginary vaporware are the eclectic (and electric) subject of my first monthly car page for Men’s Fitness.

Click on the thumbnail above (and then click it again) to view a crappy scan. Or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.