Growing up, I was obsessed with the Civic. It was the definition of an affordable “tuner.” It was the entry point for so many members of our community into understanding that cars were something t...

Unless you know someone who attends or live nearby, you probably haven’t heard of the Algarve Classic Festival, but if you follow modern motorsport the three-miles of asphalt it takes place on may b...

Thank you to BMW Classic for providing the car and the opportunity
What is a “dream car?” Does it need to be packing huge turbos or a meth-head of a motor (or both) amidst all-eyes-on-me styling a...

I’m downing a coffee with three espresso shots in it and looking aimlessly out the window as the sun starts to punch its way through the cloud cover intermittently interrupted by the peaks of the Sw...

The fog is thick. Impenetrable in fact. Ten feet in front of me I can see a precariously placed marshal, stood in the gutter of the road, holding a static yellow flag warning of potential dangers on t...

The Porsche virus caught me in 2000 when I was driving with a friend in his 912 from Paris to Deauville. In 2003 I was living in Dallas Texas, and after being on the hunt online for more than a year I...