As exemplars of high-quality German mechanicals, Audis born of the legendary Auto Union have always been at eye level in terms of precision and personality with anything built by Leica, Blaupunkt,
I am en route to dresden on the German autobahn when the rain gradually dissipates in the summer sun, leaving the supersmooth roads bone-dry. The visibility is excellent, the traffic light.
The double-M badge on the Maybach 62, which stands for Maybach Manufaktur, could also be an abbreviation for Much Multitasking.
For motorcyclists, the Blue Ridge Parkway, a 469-mile road that winds its way along the Appalachian Mountains through Virginia, Tennessee, and North Carolina, is the ideal stretch of road.
The owner of a Chevrolet Camaro stands next to his wrecked car, waving us past the pile of twisted silver metal that moments earlier had been in hot pursuit of a Ford Focus before it overshot a co
It hovered above two tiny pedestals and looked like the fossilized remains of some huge flying reptile, a tangle of thin tubes describing the skeleton of the 300SL Rennsportwagen.
I had two options for traveling between San Francisco and Monterey to attend the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance in August: an Embraer EMB 130, a 30-seat twin-turboprop puddle-jumper; or the Merc
A fine car has finite characteristics: a powerful engine, striking lines, an inviting interior.
The Maybach’s introduction this summer was as subtle as a turbocharger. A Sikorsky helicopter dangling four cables hovered over the Queen Elizabeth 2 while it made its way into New York Harbor.