There is nothing behind the car. No wall, no shopping cart, no decorative boulder placed by a landscape designer with a grudge. Still, the moment Reverse is selected, the parking sensors erupt. The
The engine is off. You push the brake pedal once, then again. Each push feels a little firmer than the last. After several presses, the pedal barely wants to move. That sensation can make it s
Set the cruise control to 70 mph and glance at the navigation screen. It may insist the car is traveling at 67. Increase the cruise setting to 71. GPS grudgingly moves to 68. The two displays can sp
Here is a mildly alarming experiment: open the trunk of your car and lift the floor. There may be a spare tire under there. There may also be a little black compressor, a bottle of sealant, and a
For most of car history, one assumption sat underneath everything. There would be a driver. Not just in the vague philosophical sense. Physically. Literally. A person in a seat, looking forward
There was a time when fuzzy dice actually meant something. Now they mostly mean the person driving either likes old-school car culture, enjoys ironic throwback accessories, or found them online for
Fifty-three and a half percent. That’s how many roadside breakdowns come down to tires, not engines or mysterious sensors—just rubber that never got a second glance before a family pil
The Waymo flood recall might be the most awkward story in self-driving right now, and it just got worse. If you live in Atlanta, Austin, Dallas, Houston, or San Antonio, your robotaxi is on pause.
You're driving along minding your business, maybe halfway through a podcast, maybe thinking about literally nothing, and suddenly your car decides the apocalypse is happening. BAM. T
Toyota is one of those brands people buy when they are tired of surprises. That is the whole appeal. You buy the Camry, the RAV4, the Highlander, and the expectation is pretty simple: it will start