Land Rover most certainly put the U in SUV; since 1948 its ridge riders
These paragraphs will not be the first to observe that ou
It has been an incredible odyssey, this triumphant and ra
By attaching our Best of the Best tag to the Ferrari F430
Denise Cobb, cofounder of the Naples Winter Wine Festival, knew that the Rolls-Royce Phantom built specifically for her annual charity auction would attract an eager pool of bidders.
These may well be the best of times for Bibiana Boerio, the well-credentialed, tough, and spirited Pennsylvania accountant who has inherited a crumbling chunk of British history and been told to f
Oscar Wilde argued that the only excuse for making something ugly is that it be useful, while the sole justification for an utterly useless object is its inherent beauty.
The Chrysler 300, as proven by multiple sightings of black, white, and blue variants on the roads of Napa Valley, cannot claim exclusivity as one of its trademarks.
Not long ago, Land Rover—with its Range Rover and Discovery—held a monopoly on the luxury SUV market.
Herb Harris, one of the Car of the Year participants, steered the Lotus Elise into the parking lot at the Napa Valley Reserve, killed the engine, and took a deep breath, for the hard part was next
My favorite modern Lamborghini is the Gallardo. In fact, it is my favorite sports car, period, for reasons elucidated in last year’s Car of the Year issue.
Bentley’s 2005 Arnage T is a lovely leftover, a mechanical souvenir from distant days when Rolls-Royce was its builder and any thought of an ownership change was just a gleam in the eye of Volkswa
Commonly referred to as the C6, the sixth-generation Corvette had been the subject of much speculation over the last few years.
Excepting the exotic SLR, the bad boy in the Mercedes-Benz convertible clubhouse is the SL55’s bigger brother, the SL65.
While most of our Car of the Year guests descended upon Meadowood on a Wednesday, a few, including myself, reached Napa the previous day.
Equating a Cadillac with one of GM’s economy marques might seem like slander, but Car of the Year participant Bill Harlan intended it as a compliment when he dubbed the CTS-V a Pontiac in disguise
From the outset, I was impressed with the appearance of BMW’s new-Bangled 7 Series sedan.
If the meaning of the Maserati Quattroporte’s descriptor is not obvious, it is Italian for “four doors,” but it does not refer to something stodgy, slow, sensible, and Omaha suburban.
Whenever I get my hands on the latest 911, I cannot help but compare it with its predecessor. True confession: I never really loved the 996, despite using one as a daily driver for many years.