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…

How to Get Out of a Speeding Ticket…Or At Least, How I Did

   This time last year, I was anxious to put as much pavement between me and the twisted scene I’d left at my house a few hours earlier. I had returned to pick up my dog and a few vital items, not intending to encounter my not-soon-enough-ex-husband and his brand new, fifteen-years-younger girlfriend. Despite what…

What Would a Car Designer Sketch if There Were No Rules

Think all cars look more or less alike? Thank government for that, and then show a little gratitude, because that aesthetic uniformity has saved hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of lives. The same regulations that helped automotive-related deaths on American roads drop 40 percent from their 1970 levels have also bred a certin sameness….

Why I Stopped Hating the Audi TT

If I were a man, I guess you’d call me an ass man. I like wedge-shaped sports cars. A pair of nice hips that are evenly balanced with an aggressive nose will always do it for me. Angles are good in certain situations—but only when used sparingly—and please, for the love of all that is…