When I was a boy, one of the highlights of my year was the annual trip to the British Motor Show, at Earls Court, in central London.
None of that public transport travel nonsense for the likes of us. No, every year my Dad would make a small windscreen sticker denoting a well-known British motoring industry name.…
After a lazy start to the year, the first motorsport events are like a shot of espresso – I’m suddenly engaged with 2019.
After catching scraps of 24 hour Daytona action, I began to feel like life had returned to normal – for me, that means watching motorsport whenever something decent is on.…
I despair sometimes – bloody utes took first, second and fourth in overall Australian sales figures last month (December 2018). Really?
Assuming we haven’t all become ‘tradies’ overnight, I’m struggling to figure out what the appeal is. Utes are big, heavy, often ugly, hard to park, uneconomical, as aerodynamic as the average brick, have relatively crude suspension, so don’t ride or handle like a regular car, have relatively poor space for passengers and, while safety has improved, they still have a C of G equivalent of an office block.…
Learning to drive with my father beside me was never going to be easy. He had zero patience and was a truly terrible teacher. I wasn’t expected to be just a regular driver. This I realised when driving his little Austin Special sports car around a field one day.…