Ten Engines, One Man’s Opinion, No Apologies Seven posts. Dozens of engines. Hundreds of factory ratings that may or may not reflect what those motors actually made on a real engine dyno. We covered Mopar’s murderer’s row, Ford’s homologation specials,…
The Cars Nobody Made Room For Every bracket has a bubble. Every tournament has the teams that shouldn’t be there on paper but keep winning anyway. In this series, we’ve spent six parts working through the big-four manufacturers and their…
The Engines Nobody Puts on Their Poster Here is what happened at a stoplight in Lansing, Michigan, sometime in 1970. A guy in a Buick GSX pulls up next to a guy in a Chevelle SS 454. The Chevy driver…
The Car That Started a War In 1964, John DeLorean did something that should not have worked. He stuffed a 389 cubic inch engine from the full-size Pontiac Bonneville into a mid-size Tempest body, called it a GTO, and sold…
The Most Dangerous Thing About Chevy Was the Volume Walk into any swap meet in the country and you’ll find Chevy parts. Big-block heads, small-block cranks, intake manifolds stacked three deep against a folding table run by a guy in…
Ford Showed Up to the Fight with a Briefcase Full of Knives There’s a version of the muscle car story where Ford is the afterthought. Chevy gets the volume, Mopar gets the mystique, and Pontiac gets credit for starting the…
Before the HEMI, There Was the Max Wedge In 1962, before Chrysler had a hemispherical combustion chamber in any production car, they were already embarrassing people at the dragstrip with something called the Max Wedge. The 413 and later 426…
The Gun Goes Off in 1964 Pontiac pulled the trigger in 1964. John DeLorean and his crew stuffed a 389 cubic inch engine into a Tempest, called it a GTO, and dared the insurance actuaries to catch up. They did…
Some machines earn their place on the network. Others just refuse to leave. Knowing the difference has cost me more than I’d like to admit.
Getting a late diagnosis for AuDHD doesn’t fix anything. But it does hand you a flashlight and point it backward at a life that never quite made sense.