I’m not a ‘natural’ car lover. Nor do I naturally have ‘good taste’ in cars (I am mortified to say that I once owned a pink VW Convertible – don’t judge me. I was young.)
I also wouldn’t consider myself an expert on cars.…
It might do, especially since I live in the land of the much-revered ute, which now seems to have transcended its work-a-day image and become desired by people who don’t know one end of a useful working tool from another ( the tray is for serious shopping at Ikea or Bunnings).…
Julian, my next door neighbour, as luck would have it, is something of a petrolhead. So you can imagine that after we’ve discussed all the more important things in life, our conversations inevitably turn to cars, beginning with a comparative discussion about our respective Ford Mustangs GT’s (mine’s a 2016 model, his a 2018 version).…
When I look at the cars I’ve owned throughout my driving life, I can see there have been two clear motives for choosing them. Firstly, there are cars I’ve lusted after which, first and foremost, have needed to tug at my heartstrings to make it to my garage.…
A boring rental Camry doesn’t usually make for a memorable story, although on this occasion, it played a small part in what turned out to be a pretty eventful journey from Canada to Manhattan, last year (August 2018).
There we were sitting beside a beautiful lake, in the French-speaking countryside near La Peche, Quebec.…
When I say Lotus Elan, I mean the original 1960s model, not the later FWD version that came out nearly 30 years later. For me, it has been one of those iconic sports cars I’ve always hankered after since I first saw them racing (and usually winning) at Brands Hatch when I was a schoolboy.…
This is the story of how my father and I had decided to see if we could wrangle our way into the Alfa Romeo Museum while on a visit to Italy.
The previous day we had been given a personal guided tour around the Lamborghini factory, thanks to the Australian importer in Sydney informing the management I was an important customer.…
