So you want to wrap your daily, but you live in a northern state where once the white stuff starts to float down from the heavens, the salt trucks are summoned like demons from the underworld to spread their evil salt. Not only does this damage and corrode the body of your car but it… Read More That’s a Wrap
What is it about car shows that make them so incredibly alluring? So much so that we jump out of bed at 6 in the morning on a weekend, even though we stumble and roll out when it’s time to go to work on Monday. Why? Why do we enjoy staring at a collection of… Read More A Love Letter to Car Shows
For all intents and purposes, I should have absolutely no interest in cars. I shouldn’t be able to differentiate between the sound of a blaring V8 revving to 5,000 RPM and a Prius with a hole in it’s exhaust, but I (thankfully) can. A lot of petrol-heads that I’m friends with seem to have either… Read More The Unlikely Petrolhead
When I had first heard of Jeremy Clarkson’s now famous fracas heard round the world, I was both shocked and dismissive. Surely that didn’t happen, did it? It did. Well surely they can’t get rid of, arguably, their best host? They did. Oh dear. They did it. They had actually done it. They had sacked… Read More Top Gear: RUBBISH! … Or is it?