Aston Martin has ventured into an unexpected new arena, not with another road car, but with a military-inspired SUV built exclusively for a video game. Called the Dreadnought, the armored concept was
There are dashboard lights that can wait until the weekend. A low washer-fluid warning, for instance, is hardly a reason to abandon a grocery run. The red oil-can symbol is not one of those lights.
The extra button at the fuel pump has a way of making regular gasoline seem slightly irresponsible. It is sitting there with a higher number, a higher price, and the word “premium” printed
At the tire shop, the choice seems too obvious to question. The front tires on a front-wheel-drive car handle the steering, put the power down, and do most of the braking. They usually wear out first.
A tire can look almost offensively healthy for its age. The tread grooves are deep. There are no nails in sight. The sidewalls still turn glossy after a wash, and the car has covered so few miles th
The word “premium” makes the expensive pump handle sound like the healthier choice. Better fuel, cleaner engine, more power. It is an easy assumption to make, especially when regular,
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
When people see fuel economy numbers change, the first instinct is usually to blame the car. Maybe the engine got worse. Maybe the transmission tuning changed. Maybe the automaker got sloppy. M
Shopping for a car online used to come with a familiar set of risks. A seller could lie about mileage, hide damage, use old photos, invent a maintenance history, or conveniently “forget&rdqu
Every classic car fantasy starts the same way. Somebody finds “the right project.” It is rough, but not too rough. Mostly complete. Needs work, sure, but they can see it already: pa