Super Bowl hangover… The pounding aftermath of a gridiron spectacle that leaves your head rattling like a shaken (not stirred) cocktail. Yeah… I am going to take the… continue reading »
I’ve wanted a 1941 Willys coupe since I was 10 years old. Even then, I had the formula figured out. Nose up, blown smallblock, fenderwell headers, four-speed, Olds… continue reading »
On Monday through Friday, I make lists. Lots of lists—both of the bullet point and the “to do” variety. Some researchers say lists are the best way to… continue reading »
Phaetons are an enigmatic breed, a wild concoction of automotive identity crisis. These contraptions can’t make up their damn minds – are they a sleek roadster or a… continue reading »
For the last few years, I’ve been marinating on the intoxicating notion that race cars trump hot rods in the realm of pure, unadulterated fun. There’s an elusive… continue reading »
I had already checked the weather four times when the phone rang on Friday afternoon. It was my friend David di Falco. “Pre-Stage? I’ll be going,” he said…. continue reading »
In the twisted corridors of my mind, the pre-war quest for speed on the desolate lake beds of the American West never quite attained the level of allure… continue reading »
There are two car shows scheduled for this weekend: one Saturday and one Sunday. The former will be held at the Frank Lloyd Wright-designed Marin County Civic Center… continue reading »
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