Though my garb here is a little out of sync with the early-Fifties-era Hudson Hornet-powered rail my club ran at this year’s Race of Gentlemen, it’s period-plausible for my early Thirties Ford speeds...
Photos by the author. Daily driving a 1988 Volvo 244DL is more fun than it should be. Five speeds, air conditioning, lumbar support, and an engine that will run forever. Like many cars of the era, ho...
Andrew Rosen’s 1932 Auburn Speedster. Images by Hemmings Staff and courtesy Richard Skeuse It’s mid-June already and that means that the New Jersey rendition of The Race of Gentlemen has come and gon...
Concept sketch by Clayton Paddison. Well, it happened. My inner contrarian lost out to practicality. If you can call it practicality to own a near-century-old car with the intention of driving it on ...
Photo by author. It’s been a while since I’ve discussed progress on my Buick, so here’s an update. After being sidelined with an exhaust manifold issue that ate up more summer days than I care to cou...
Don’t call it a rat rod! When a car guy or gal hears that term they think of something like the cars from Mad Max: Fury Road. A patina’d body is akin to the Japanese philosophy of sabi —the beauty th...
Saturday night with a Buick – volt meter at the ready. First the good news: Headway has been made with the renewed Garage Night effort Associate Editor David Conwill and I initiated last week. This p...
Associate editor David Conwill reconnects the fuel line on the 1961 Buick Invicta. Hosting regular Garage Nights amongst us Hemmings editors has been a frequent point of discussion over the last 10 y...
1980 MGB. Photo by Mark McCourt. It lived with us in Bennington, Vermont, on and off for nearly eight years. It arrived badly in need of restoration, and left returned to near-showroom condition, tha...
Photos courtesy Reg Uren While Cobra Jet Torinos and Shelby Mustangs may get all the glory these days, the early Ford Falcons (alongside the Chevrolet Corvair and Chrysler’s Valiant) were also consid...
It seems like everybody had a Model T in the 1920s, but there were alternatives. Image via lov2xlr8. My wife and I have three daughters. The oldest will graduate high school in 2025. Perhaps you’ve s...
Pandora, my 2000 BMW R1100R. Photo by author. Spring came early to Vermont this year, and with 60-degree temps in the forecast, I opted to wake Pandora, the name I’ve taken to calling my oft-troubles...
Goodbye, Dart: After a decade of nursing his 273-powered ’64 Dodge Dart GT convertible back to something approximating health, your author bids it farewell to mixed emotions. Photo by author. In Scot...
With both cars in the garage, there isn’t much space to work on the T/A, unless the Buick can be pulled out, which isn’t an option when the snow flies. Photos by author. If you have read my blogs ove...
This is the raglan-sleeve jersey that Hometown Jersey made for my car club. A couple of us here are members of a group called the Barnstormers VSC (Vintage Speed Club), and when we decided to have je...