What EVs really need to do right now is engender trust. Send the battery-powered ponies out to pasture, Ford. Our electric future doesn’t need a questionable nomenclatural crutch. It needs prudent and compelling product, education, incentives, and transformation.
In 1989, my grandfather bought a brand new E30 M3,” Fieg says. “Back then, in my family, owning a BMW was like owning a private jet. It was so incredibly inspirational for me.”
I collaborate with a director at the International Spy Museum to come up with a list of the seven coolest fictional spy cars, for the kids’ magazine from Road & Track, R&T Crew.
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And it followed the path of a kilo of cocaine.
A Mercedes estate is meant to signify an owner’s refined and understated good taste, their abiding interest in delivering The Best or Nothing for their precious Brazilian Mid-Century Modern daybeds, Waterworks bathroom fixtures, and Bouvier de Flandres puppies. Not their interest in fording a flood-stage rivulet en route to an Overlanding excursion.
“I’m an early adopter, and it’s kind of exciting, though maybe that’s not a good reason for me to buy an expensive car I haven’t even seen or sat in?”
If you’re driving your ultra-luxury SUV alongside another ultra-luxury SUV, all those bitches can see right into your truck. Buy a sedan.
Mercedes-Benz, Honda, Toyota, and Hyundai have all built factories in Alabama. Given the recent signing of strongly anti-choice legislation there, how should these automakers respond? The answer thus far has been silence.
Six years ago, I took this Millennial New York kid on the greatest automotive tour of Los Angeles ever devised–picked up from the airport in a Rolls, blasting through the Malibu canyons in a Lamborghini, tracking a 911 with Patrick Long at Willow Springs, off-roading in a Raptor at Brian Deegan’s private mud pit, riding the 6th Street Bridge with legendary low-rider artist Mr. Cartoon, and more–to try to convince him that cars are cool. He still doesn’t have a driver’s license.
