Convertibles in the summer can seem a little cliched, but you have to figure there is a reason for that. Ignore the stereotypes of midlife crises and over-the-top luxury, convertibles are a great choice for anyone looking for a fun and stylish yet practical ride. Convertibles are truly great to drive in the summer, and you’ll feel great doing it. The last few years have produced some amazing convertibles.
Recall drama never ceases to fade.
The last few years have given us plenty of topics for conversation, with every major automaker issuing newsworthy recalls.
The biggest, and most severe, was General Motors’ recall of over 17 million cars for flaws with the ignition switch. That recall was turned into a marketing effort of sorts, with GM using the opportunity to introduce new cars to existing customers.
Now there’s some news that cars affected by the recall are some of the best buys on the used market. Keep reading for some good cars you can pick up on the cheap, thanks to one of the biggest recalls in automotive history.
Consumer Reports has drunk the American Kool-Aid.
The magazine, influential among car shoppers who commonly consult its ratings and recommendations, has made a decision that doesn’t make any sense.
I’m not saying car shoppers should dismiss the magazine’s advice, but I will say, on this topic, mine is better.
SUV is an acronym for Sport Utility Vehicle, which I think has been forgotten, as the term now extends to vehicles that are neither sport nor utility.
The earliest SUVs were the first Chevrolet Suburban and military-inspired Jeep vehicles. Soon after those we had SUVs from International and Land Rover, then more from Chevy, Jeep and Ford. Those old Scouts and Broncos and Discoverys were true sport utility vehicles, with the power and capability to conquer any road, or lack thereof, put in front of them.
Today we have “compact SUVs” and “crossover SUVs,” which, in every sense of the word, are not SUVs at all.
Yesterday, we were lucky enough get an invite to the New England Motor Press Association‘s annual Ragtop Ramble. The day started out at the Larz Anderson Auto Museum in Brookline, Massachusetts, where we met up with representatives from several automakers, automotive journalists and, of course, the cars we’d be driving up to the Colony Hotel in Kennebunkport, Maine.
I’m lucky I survived into adulthood.
I was like a baby sea turtle as a teenager. On their long journey from the nest to the ocean, seagulls snatch many little turtles up before they ever get a chance to thrive in the water. Baby sea turtles aren’t familiar with their surroundings and don’t know to be afraid. All they see is a flat beach and water on the horizon, and they try to get there as fast as they can.
Same with teenagers. Unleashed on the world with the ability to freely travel wherever they choose, they often forget, or don’t realize, that danger resides around every corner. I was reckless and aggressive as a teen driver, a truth I’m not proud of, but something that’s made me a better driver today.
With experience and technology, I hope we can greatly reduce the number of teen deaths on our roads. The problem is that safety costs a lot of money.
In my humble opinion, self-driving cars would kill the auto culture in our country. Why would we want to cede control of our cars to a computer and give up the thrill of manually shifting gears and accelerating from stoplights?
Sure, there would be fewer human-caused accidents, but how many more computer-caused accidents would happen?
I don’t want to live in a world where my car decides which route to take or how quickly I arrive. I want the thrill of getting lost if I make a mistake and the pleasure of finding my own way to a new destination.
I adamantly oppose self-driving cars.
A self-parking car, though, is an entirely different subject.
Just because it’s available doesn’t mean it’s controllable.
Back in the 1960s and 1970s, the three big automakers in the United States were engaged in an epic power struggle. Building the car with the most horsepower and the best ability to smoke tires was all part of the car culture back then.
It was a time of cheap gas and power that was fun, but manageable. Heck, even a car like the ’68 Barracuda produced 300 horsepower tops.
Today, the automakers are at it again, only this time their arsenal has gone nuclear.
Happy July 11th! Today is a very special day for car-lovers: the relatively newly dubbed National Collector Car Appreciation Day is a (real and official) holiday celebrated to raise awareness of automotive restoration and collection and its role in American society. A resolution was passed (one of the few truly bipartisan efforts) by the U.S. Senate in 2010 in order to to recognize the important roles played by automobiles in music, literature, cinema and other cultural and artistic aspects of the American identity. Organized by the Specialty Equipment Market Association (SEMA), the event has been held on the second Friday in July since 2010. This makes today the fifth annual Collector Car Appreciation Day, and its popularity (and knowledge of its existence) is growing. And we couldn’t be happier about that.
I officially love Mazda.
She rocked my world, and I thought she was a one-time thing. But now I think I’ve transitioned into love.
How did this happen?
Maybe I’m just a sucker for rumors and the promise of future greatness. Maybe it’s talk of turbocharging the Wankel. Whatever the source of my newfound love affair, I dare you to read more and not fall in love, too.