/ 24 Mar 2015
It may not look like it now, but my ownership of this 1951 Triumph Thunderbird “Bluebird” started out disassembled in three Rubbermaid containers! I say my love of vehicles is genetic, inherited from my father, so like many of you when I saw a small Craigslist ad for the motorcycle indicating only a “matching frame and engine”, I knew exactly what I was in for.
/ 17 Mar 2015
I have loved cars since I was young. I grew up in the ’80s and a member of the Countach poster club, though a Porsche 911 Turbo by Ruf was a close second. My family got a Range Rover in the late ’80s and went through five or six as I grew up. I have always felt that the RR classic is one of the most beautiful trucks ever made, and as it turns out, a strange story led me to the one I drive now.
/ 3 Mar 2015
Sean Mathis's grandfather, whom he called "Pop," originally bought this 1959 Cadillac Coupe de Ville in California. It was the family car while Sean's father was growing up but eventually the car fell out of use and was stashed away under a tarp in Pop's shop. Being the only car enthusiast in his family, Sean spent most of the next ten years trying to take ownership of the car...
/ 5 Feb 2015
Having actually worked at Porsche for six years (first in PR, then marketing), I have to attribute part of my love of old cars to my time there. But after twelve years of reviewing new cars, I was all about the latest technology, or the most up-to-date styling. Working at Porsche nurtured the other side of my automotive brain, introducing me to the ideas of continuity, heritage, and unbroken lineage.
/ 15 Jan 2015
A German sports car, Italian coupé, and British roadster, all of which are four-speed manuals and from the ‘60s before regulations began homogenizing car design. This is the common idea that unites my trio. The varied forms and driving experiences serve to highlight their similarities and differences...
/ 13 Jan 2015
I had been searching for the kind of car that when I walk away from it and look back, I'd smile (and I still do that every time). Every guy from my class thinks I'm a fool when I park the BMW a kilometer from my school because the spaces are too tight and I'm afraid my doors will get dinged, but I wear it as a badge of honor.
/ 8 Jan 2015
The Vallée de Chevreuse, southwest of Paris, is a green and peaceful area full of forests and open country, crossed by roads that become regional classic car enthusiasts’ favorite playgrounds on weekends. We are three friends fond of Alpines: Jean-Pascal, Eric, and of course Antony, our talented photographer who accompanied us to shoot.