There’s a lot of pressure put on your first time. It’s supposed to be a special moment that you prepare for and cherish for all your life. Often in reality, it’s a rather forgettable experience that comes and goes far too soon. And for that really unlucky high school girl, it’s a moment that she’ll remember
When I tell self-proclaimed car enthusiasts that I own an Ecoboost Mustang, 9 times out of 10 the next sentence out of their mouth is as follows: “Why didn’t you buy the V8?” I should keep a tally. If I had to estimate, in the first 6 weeks of ownership I’ve been asked this question approximately
Car enthusiasts typically flock in herds. Cars with hype sell quicker than Smart TV’s on Cyber Monday and before you know it, every autocross this side of the the Mississippi has at least eight Scion FRS’s. While it’s undoubtedly an OK car, they’re missing the bigger picture. Every once in a while a car
Be it bad luck, a lack of skill, or persistent impatience, there is a definite factor in my life that contributes to me breaking a large amount of stuff. This hub puller was being used exactly as intended, but years of rust had formed a bond stronger than the tensile strength of the puller.
Big coupes have been a bit of an American tradition, though one that is rapidly dying. Long gone are the days of the Lincoln Continental Mark IV with its acres of hood and equally enormous trunk bookending a comically tiny greenhouse with just two doors. El Dorados and Thunderbirds have given way to a
The magic in a first car is undeniable. The anticipation, the freedom, and the utter financial devastation. Even for someone who had been driving for years in a car loaned by their parents, buying a car that was 100% unarguably theirs is a magical moment for a young gearhead. Suddenly the freedom to modify and customize the
So, my Uncle bought this car when he was 16, in 1981, he drove it for ten years until he got married and my Aunt asked him to get a better family car. So, in 1991 my Uncle parked his Grand Prix in a barn out on some family land, drained the liquids and left
This is my car, I drive it every day. One may call it my daily driver, or the Thunderturd, or The Raven. Some have even gone as far to call it the Ricebird. The Thunderturd is a 1995 MN12 Ford Thunderbird LX V8 equipped with a very basic 4.6 Modular and a 4r70w 4 speed automatic
Here we go, folks! The first episode of Drive Fast Not Loud is out, now with a full dose of terrible microphones!