Whatever you want to call it, the car, sharply angular and muscularly curvaceous, looks resplendent in this hue, as auric and encapsulatory of human potential as the golden record we sent into the universe on the Voyager spacecraft—a disco disc distillation of the diversity of life on earth—in the ’70s, when the Daytona’s influence reigned supreme.
“There is, I would say, I don’t want to call it a Bible. But we have an internal rulebook.”
Celebrating 09/28 with my Porsche 928.
Try that with your rear-engine Porsches.
The Mercedes Benz C111 is the DeLorean You Never Saw
Are you ready for a battery-powered, Chinese-made, autonomously-driven Elan SUV?
Driverless trucks are coming. This is a big step.
My dad’s got a garage. Let’s launch a car company!
