Sometimes when I receive press cars, I’ll play a little game with myself.
Germany is the only country without a general speed limit on its highways. But when you pull off the autobahn, things get even better: between you and the next stunning medieval burg lies an exquisite ribbon of twisting asphalt.
In rap, for every mention of Rolls-Royce, there are two mentions of Cadillac.
It’s a telling sign that my friends argued over who got to ride in the back of the 7 Series. This is not a car to drive; this is a car to be driven in.
For 20 years, AMG has taken innocent and docile Mercedes and injected them with tire-shredding torque, roaring exhausts and spine-shattering suspensions (for an anthropomorphic analogy of AMG’s work, click here).
In the 1968 film “Bullitt,” Steve McQueen careened through the streets of San Francisco in a Highland Green Ford Mustang. Fifty years later, Ford’s homage isn’t just a show pony or a collector’s toy; it’s the best Mustang currently for sale.
It’s a funny irony in the car world that the least talked-about models often sell the most. The Equinox is Chevy’s second best-selling vehible behind the Silverado, and nobody I spoke to had ever heard of it.
The Ford F-series is the best-selling vehicle in the world. In 2018, someone drove home in a new Ford truck every 30 seconds.
In 1945, the Beetle nearly went extinct. An Allied bomb crashed through the roof of the Wolfsburg factory, but didn’t explode. A year later, Britain needed cars, Germans needed jobs, so they spooled up the assembly line.
The Jeep Wrangler is like a bacon double cheeseburger – gristly and unrefined, yet patriotic and sacred. It’s imperfect, yet precisely nobody wants it to change.