When all personal preferences have been considered, and all Asian poseurs and American pretenders have been set aside, enthusiasts are left with just two pure and uncompromised sports cars to pond
When the Dodge Viper was introduced in 1992, it immediately became a laughing matter. Its external, side-mounted exhaust pipes barbecued drivers’ calves.
I have long argued that the Porsche 911 is the most sensible sports car on the planet.
In today’s horsepower-crazed market, it is a rare occasion when an auto- maker dials down performance in a second edition.
The vehicle is an ultraluxury automobile that is 6.2 meters long, powered by a 12-cylinder engine, costs several hundred thousand dollars, and is constructed at the Mercedes-Benz factory in Sindel
Wind-chapped cheeks and the occasional skinned knee only enhance the essence of motorcycling. It is the state of being one with the elements that invokes our passion for the pastime.
Guy Webster’s red wooden barn, ringed with weeds and scattered gardening tools, has become a pilgrimage destination for motorcycle cognoscenti.
I had no idea what was in store when the people from Mosler called and offered me a drive in their new $209,000 MT900 Photon.
In all walks of life, certain name pairings guarantee results that transcend the ordinary.