Judgin’ at the Concours d’LeMons: Grease and Villiany

  The fog hasn’t yet lifted on the Monterey Peninsula and I’m standing around what has affectionately been temporarily renamed “Goose Shit Park.” A collection of rusted out, Bondo bodied, barely running cars are still rolling in past our picnic table to find their allocated spot amongst the eight classes of amazingly terrible cars. Welcome…

The Coolest Cars at the Concorso Italiano in Pebble Beach

To the northeast of the city of Monterey is the Black Horse Golf Club. Here, on the Saturday before the uber-rare cars take to the 18th Hole of Pebble Beach, owners and fans gather in the presence of some of the most beautiful Italian-designed cars in the world. Instead of the “usual” Ferrari and Lamborghini…

A Visit with Some Ultra-Rare McLaren Race Cars at Pebble Beach

What started out as a race for historic cars and a small meet-up for collector cars has blossomed into a full-on supercar festival. McLaren, the newest player in the supercar world, is here to show off something new on the concept lawn on Sunday. Ahead of that unveiling, McLaren is continuing to drive home its…

Splitting the Hairs of Luxury in the Kia Cadenza

  Splitting the difference in luxury is like splitting hairs. Does luxury maintain its appeal if it’s available to nearly everyone? Kia thinks so, and with the new 2017 Cadenza, the automaker is targeting anyone who has ever wanted lots of premium features and miles of ultra-quiet interior space. Want to know more? Check out…

Why I Really Want a Mercedes-Benz Adventure Van

  In an unmarked warehouse just outside of Charleston, South Carolina, wooden crates and cardboard boxes are waiting. Hulking, nondescript masses sit on shelves and floors around the warehouse. When it’s time, the half-assembled shells glide smoothly out of their protective shipping containers and onto pallet jacks. From there, they’re suspended by wires and cranes…

Putting the Mercedes-Benz Vans to Work

I’m driving around historic Charleston, South Carolina, in a refrigerated commercial van looking for ice cream. The temperature gauge reads just 91 degrees Fahrenheit, but it feels like 106 outside. The air conditioning is cranked to the max, making an icy dent in the sweltering southern heat. I’m playing blue-collar worker for a day, and…