It was drizzling the morning I drove the $2.1 million Bentley Bacalar. The car is a classic barchetta, Italian for “little boat,” and collector automobilese for “I’m so rich, if it rains, I take the jet.” As such, it has no roof. That didn’t stop me from a proper test drive.
The answers are expected, and very unexpected, and have major repercussions for the future of the outdoor industry, and the planet.
And someone takes copious photos of it. Piqued your interest?
A new Augmented Reality (AR) app lets you place BMW’s art cars anywhere you like.
Artist Heidi Mraz is still cleaning up orange powder from her latest commission.
In 2040, you might drive a car that looks like this.
Like a benevolent, self-generating replicant bent on constant improvement, a new Honda Civic has hatched, on average, once every four and a half years since 1973. This is the eleventh version of the nameplate.
Three new businesses recently opened right near my house upstate, and all of them are organized around vintage cars. So, of course, I had to write about them for the New York Times.
The CLK63 Black Series is the exception that proved the rule, by confirming that there were always people at staid and stolid Mercedes who relished the opportunity to put some rote in their colleagues’ sau.
Trying to take my own advice, “Your next car will be an electric car.”