Zach Bowman

Raced all over the world, then lovingly restored. Now it’s up for auction.

There are two sets of keys: one to the Chevrolet Corvette Z06 and one to the SRT Viper T/A. Which do you choose? *CORRECTION

Take one mildly built 5.7-liter V8, add in one failed u-joint, a dyno run, and watch the ensuing calamity.

There was a time when rally cars were little more than street machines with long-travel suspension and a bumper full of lights.

Who knew coasters could be sexy? These birch wood pieces come laser-etched with the silhouette of your favorite car.

Smoke’s racetrack was one of several sites hacked by the self-proclaimed Islamic State this weekend.

It turns out we’re replacing our tires a lot sooner than we should be. With proper care and maintenance, your tires can last up to a decade.

Big speed requires big power. The Superveloce’s 6.5-liter naturally aspirated V12 offers up 740 hp and 509 lb-ft of torque. That’s ... huge.

The farther ahead you look, the smoother and faster you get. You started learning how to do it when you were a toddler without realizing it.

Nothing better than a long shot.

Faster. Faster for the hell of it.

Very, very good. Very good. Damn good.

We drove the 2017 Acura NSX. Can it compare to its father?

A new father on the risks and rewards that come with his two-wheel passion.

Risky business

We left the house Saturday morning. I packed up the 2020 Toyota Land Cruiser and headed towards North Carolina with my wife in the passenger seat and our daughter in the back. A kind of take-your-kid-to-work day. Like everyone else, we’ve had to make some adjustments, lately. Kiddo’s school is closed through the end of April, and the rules of social distancing dictate that we can’t turn to our usual host of sitters when we need to photograph a press car for a magazine feature. For us, our vehicl…

Someone asked if assembling our project Caterham 310R has been difficult. No. Not in the way I’ve come to know automotive difficulty, such as fighting rusted and rounded-off bolts with heat and snake oils and a four-foot cheater pipe that’s hungry for my teeth. Or sewing one wiring harness from three, only to find that the green-and-black wire that now lives in the dark recesses of the dash really should have gone to the purple-and-black wire. Through those lenses, working on the Caterham has be…

It feels like a betrayal when automakers attempt to apply one model’s glory to a less-deserving product. A Mustang is Parnelli Jones and Frank Bullitt, equal parts hair and grit. Not an electric crossover. A Blazer is a classic K5 SUV on mud terrains, its flanks spattered with black earth torn free by a ripping V-8. Not a compromised soft-roader. And a Land Cruiser is Toyota’s globe-conquering standard-bearer, the model that defined the brand as the pinnacle of reliability and capability. For m…

It was dusk, on the edge of darkness, and the S2000 had slipped away. I’d kept it in sight for better than eight miles, the two of us running as hard as we could, the tight two lane making the convertible’s power advantage moot. My car hadn’t been back together for more than an hour after months of sitting disassembled, and now it was dancing on the edge of control, its commuter tires and wasted bushings pressed past their mandate in the chase. But the S2000 wasn’t gone yet, and Route 39’s trick…

Of everyone who’s ever pointed a lens at America, director John Ford may have been the most influential in defining the image of the land we call home. Ford’s 1939 film Stagecoach forever tilted our views of the West. Set on Navajo Nation land in Monument Valley on the border between Utah and Arizona, the film became the mold for the decades of Westerns that would follow, elevating John Wayne from relative obscurity to household name and painting the valley’s red spires and mesas as a necessary…