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.
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
Maserati is taking the GranTurismo racing again, but this time it wants more drivers to get involved. Revealed at the Goodwood Festival of Speed, Project GT4 previews a customer race car that will ent
There was a time when changing the temperature in a car took half a second. You reached down, turned a knob, and somehow civilization survived. Now, in some cars, the same job feels like openin
A lot of used-car shoppers act like mileage is the whole story. They open a listing, see six digits on the odometer, and mentally move on before they even finish the first photo. Somewhere alon
I was eighteen the first time I heard someone brag that their Toyota cracked 300,000 miles. It sounded like folklore: the Loch Ness Camry. Two decades and six very different cars later, I’ve
A minivan recall never sounds dramatic at first. It sounds like paperwork. A letter in the mail. A service appointment to squeeze in between school pickup, groceries, work, and the 47 other t
There is a moment in every car deal when the buyer thinks the hard part is over. The price is agreed. The handshake happened. Maybe there is even that tiny rush of victory, the one that comes
Some cars ask for oil changes and maybe a fresh set of tires once in a while. Others behave like they’re actively trying to financially punish you for owning them. And the dangerou
Some transmissions are basically automotive cockroaches. Not glamorous. Not exciting. But somehow impossible to kill. Meanwhile, other gearboxes seem to explode emotionally the second yo