The fiendish glories of attempting to crest the Los Angeles hills in a 40 year-old, 3500-pound ingot of over-engineered German metal equipped with a wheezy diesel motor, a vinyl interior, and about as much traction as the O”Malley campaign.
Henrik Fisker: Dream Boat Dreamer
“I get bored easily and I only sleep a few hours a night,”¯ Henrik tells me in Miami, where he is stationed for a couple days to attend one of the world”s largest consumer boat shows. “But, this is exciting. I mean, this is like being in the dream business.”¯
Carchitecutre: Lautner + Rolls
Yesterday, billionaire real estate investor James Goldstein bequeathed to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) a gift of a 1961 Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud Drophead CoupƩ. Also, a dedicated parking space in the garage of his Modernist masterpiece home, designed by radical architect John Lautner.
Interior Designer Critiques Car Interior
“I feel like this is a two-hands-on-the-wheel kind of car,” Lucas says of the $200,000 McLaren 570S. “I don”t think I could drive with my knee and eat an In-and-Out burger like I do in my car.”¯
Wave Crusher
Crushing waves (and scaring myself shitless) aboard Mercedes-Benz’s 2200 horsepower, 100 m.p.h. Cigarette Racing superboat.
EXCLUSIVE: Buy This $17 Million Ferrari
Is Gooding & Co”s 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California Spider the Most Italian Car Ever?
Critic’s Notebook: Jaguar XF-S
The Jaguar XF is a delight. But far more people bought Fiat 500Ls or Smart ForTwos””arguably the two shittiest vehicles currently available in America””than XFs. More Chrysler 200s were sold every ten days in 2015 than XFs were sold in the entire year. And the Chrysler 200 sucks a bag of dicks.
Another Bland Crossover!
Waiting for the valet to bring around the Audi, one of my friends said, “Ah, there”s our car.”¯ She was pointing at a white Kia Sedona.
Bentley SUV: Ugly
It takes 130 hours to build one $230,000 Bentley Bentayga SUV. I wish the designers had spent that long on the exterior.
Someone Crushed My Teenage Dreams
The impact spun me into the intersection. Other cars skidded around the 2002, their paths like strands of spaghetti falling through a colander. My gas tank ruptured. I”d just filled up; fuel was everywhere.