“What brings people to Mallorca this time of year?” I asked the concierge at Son Julia (www.sonjulia.com), a restored and resplendent 24-room
The return flight from Miami to Los Angeles, populated by a predictably stereotypical and colorful cross section of travelers, seemed interminable.
There is a story, perhaps apocryphal, about a man who picked up his new Audi A8 in Los Angeles, drove it across the country at enormous speeds to Miami Beach, and then proudly parked outside Joe’s
The Bonneville stands as a symbol of the greatness that would have been lost if Triumph Motorcycles had succumbed forever to the debacle it suffered in the 1970s.
The year 1980 was an extraordinary, historic, and humbling annus horribilis for Bentley. The company did not sell a single car in North America.
These are good times for Maserati, a company that a dozen years ago was only a few signatures short of bankruptcy and oblivion.
It is best, you decide, to look at this car slowly and alone and in a mood set by the soft half-light of a Sicilian courtyard.
En route from Málaga to Marbella along the scenic expressway in southern Spain, I search in vain for a flight attendant call button.
Like a well-built running shoe, the Lotus Elise is snug, light, and—because it is a convertible—low-cut.
Netherlands-based vehicle builders Koga-Miyata (www.koga.com) and Spyker Cars (
It was perhaps worth the reader’s while to pause at the threshold of so much automotive wit and wisdom to weigh the value of a "Car of the Year" feature in what is, prope
Jim Abramshas started several successful businesses, including VenVest, a venture capital company in Sarasota, Fla.
Patterned after m-wearing BMWs and AMG-badged Mercedes-Benz cars, V-Series Cadillacs pack more performance than the average Caddy.
Like its poor reptilian namesake, the Dodge Viper is a misunderstood creature.
Seldom is heard a discouraging word when home on the range with any Land Rover.
Those not familiar with former BMW designer Henrik Fisker or his Irvine, Calif., company, Fisker Coachbuild (and many of our Car of the Year judges were not), can think of him as a kind of custom
First things first: The Spyker C8 Spyder received my vote for 2006 Car of the Year.
Although it is equipped with the industry’s best navigation system, the Lexus RX400h still managed to arrive one day late to our annual soiree.
Few events stir more memorable moments than baseball season openers; the third Thursday of every November, when the Beaujolais Nouveau is uncorked; and the introduction of any BMW bearing an M bad
Audi’s A8 L W12 was the tuxedo in our wardrobe of beautifully tailored driving machines. It carried itself with Department of State formality on a wheelbase of near-limousine dimensions.
Here was the Chevrolet Corvette Z06 joining Seabiscuit, Jim Braddock, and the ’55 Brooklyn Dodgers as an underdog but sentimental favorite.
What a difference $22,000, a supercharger, some transmission reprogramming, bigger wheels, beefier brakes, tighter suspension, classier trim, and a couple of discreet AMG badges will make.
The GranSport is a refinement of Maserati’s Coupé Cambiocorsa, with extra power, tighter suspension, aggressive but tasteful bodywork, and interior options that set this sports GT apart from every
The V8 Vantage upends the notion that an automaker’s most expensive vehicle is its most desirable.
The Bentley Continental GT, Robb Report’s Car of the Year for 2004, has added a set of doors, a Flying Spur appellation, and almost another trophy for the display case in Crewe.
Wine is art in a glass,” William Curtis, CEO of Robb Report’s parent company, CurtCo Media, posited to our Car of the Year coterie during a dinner toast at one of the Napa Valley wineries that hel
The rapture’s menacing appearance is no accident: Paul Yang and Larry Nagel of Dreamcraft Studios wanted to evoke a futuristic war machine with this prototype bike, which they debuted at the Los A
His tastes were sophisticated, his manners refined, his appearance elegant.
Few assignments are as enviable as the one that requires some of our staff members to join a select group of readers and spend a couple of days each autumn at and around Napa Valley’s Meadowood re
My relationship with Ducatis began in 1972, when the Austin, Texas, motorcycle dealership where I was a regular customer left me a cryptic message: “You had better get over here.” I arrived in tim