Articles Written By Brendan McAleer
The Defender is a last-of-breed machine that stays true to its roots. Perhaps that's why everyone likes it so much.
What happened to some of the famous cars of our youth?
In a dusty gravel parking lot, a guy in a green Dodge Dakota skids to a halt, doubles back around, and whips out an iPhone.
When it comes to driving, the CX-3 is an absolute peach.
Dawn touches the mountain first, hurtling across space, howling and furious.
The road is perfection. The weather is clearing. We've put miles behind us since morning, and our way unfolds out ahead in front of the MGB, waiting to for us to write our story. Naturally, at this point, the god-damned thing breaks down.
Dawn on the Pacific Rim. A sleeping city dozes past the sunrise, blissfully unaware of a subterranean rumbling.
Four pm on a sunny Friday in the heart of Vancouver: chaos and madness, tarmac heat and clogged arterials.
Qualifying at Indy, a car hits the wall hard. There's a horrified gasp from those in attendance, but for real shock and terror, look to...
It never fails to amaze just how inexpensive a bad idea can be to get into.
