Another Failure

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.

A $140,000 U-Haul

Wherein a friend and I undertake a ridiculous, 24-hour, 1000-mile adventure in a six-figure hot-rod station wagon, attempting to answer the literal and philosophical question: Are we in love with our baggage?

The Flying Car Takes Off?

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Transcending the dreaded “sofa-bed” paradox.

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

Rabid Rubber

Goodyear

What would you do if you owned an inhospitable, 7250-acre, rubbly, caliche-undergridded plot of west-central Texas, plagued by fire ants, tarantulas, Africanized bees, and rabid foxes? If you’re Goodyear, you’d flood it and test 12 foot tall truck tires.

Click the thumbnail above (and then click it again) to view a crappy scan of my latest edition of “Test Track Lunacy” for Road & Track, or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.

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