This project was started a few years ago. The vision in my mind’s eye for the much needed interior update on Banshee, the TR8, had been on hold for a while. Her, (yes, my Triumphs are of the feminine...
Motor Medic doubled my 1951 Mercury’s oil mileage. But my teen brain reasoned it was cheaper to buy 10-cent cans of oil and store them in the trunk. “Stop that, you’re stinking up the neighborhood!” ...
Dad’s 1950 Chevy didn’t have fender skirts or whitewalls…only a radio and heater. Images via Hemmings archives. As Dinah Shore belted out “ See the USA in your Chevrolet,” I felt pride in Dad’s 1950 ...
Images courtesy the Loyed Woodland collection at the Don Garlits Museum of Drag Racing. Whoever knew that a post-war fascination with mechanical innovation in construction and drag racing would lead ...
The “bucket of bolts” 1977 Dodge Aspen station wagon had so many squeaks it was hard to talk. My wife, Grace, and daughters, Jenne (left) and Tori, endured its bone-jarring ride and rattles. Photos b...
When we left off, the motor was in and the car was running, barely. I had collected most of the parts to complete it, but the body was pretty rough and needed significant work. Over the past year in ...
As pointed out in this Vox video exploring what made Route 66 America’s favorite road, the highway has essentially been defunct for twice as long as it was an active part of American transportation r...
Photo via Los Angeles Times. If you haven’t been paying attention to Daniel Miller’s “Larger Than Life” docuseries on Big Willie Robinson for the Los Angeles Times, it’s worth diving into. Robinson, ...
Dieter Deswarte doesn’t care about the Lada’s development, where it was built, how much power its engine was good for. Instead, as we see in his short film, “ Lada,” he’s more concerned with where th...
Car shows are about the people. I spend more time gabbing with car nuts than inspecting the rolling stock. Their stories are always good. All photos by author. Car shows are in my blood…and always on...
Photo by the author. Many people have fond memories of their first new car. I don’t. I went to college in a small town that was hundreds of miles from any sizable metro area. I lived in the married s...
I had a love-hate relationship with this Ford 1.5-ton pickup truck. It took me from one end of Vermont to the other during the summer of 1955. My friends and I held on for our lives. Photos by Jonath...
Photos by the author. Since a very young age, I have found cars to be absolutely fascinating! I still recall my very first purchase of Hemmings Motor News magazine, in 1981, from a small newspaper ki...
The first gas station I remember looked like this one outside of Ft. Worth, Texas. Dad filled up his ’37 Nash every Sunday morning, a 15-minute ritual. I liked the smell of leaded gasoline. Photos by...
Photos by the author. There I found myself, deep into my usual late-night ritual of scanning the online auctions and local marketplace for car bargains. An ad for a 1974 Datsun 260Z caught my eye bec...
Dad and I spent a hot summer day sitting in my ‘51 Mercury at the Livingston, New Jersey, drive-in theater in 1961. Hundreds of cars were being inspected…and my radiator boiled over. Photos by the au...