What's better for maximizing your game than a friendly rivalry? Maybe an unfriendly one? But if the second isn't available, the first can work too. Just ask these two friends who've created a pair of Subaru RS coupes fit for inclusion in "things Subaru should have built."
Ok, I made it. I did it in Photoshop, after a long, sleepless night of watching Boston manhunt coverage and reading animated-gif trickery how-tos.
This week on Chris Harris on Cars, Chris does double presenting duty, with his pointed commentary on the sports cars at the Geneva Motor Show and driving sideways in a highly-fortified German luxury product. It's a two-for-one sale.
In standard sports like golf and tennis and boxing — just as it is with road bowling and beer pong and "hairiest back" — it's not hard to determine who is the best in the world. Or the hairiest, as it were.
Somewhere near Groom Lake in the Nevada desert is Area 51, a top-secret enclave where the military develops and tests its most cutting-edge hardware. Or not. Hidden on a side road just outside the northern loop of the Nürburgring is the Jaguar test center in the Industrial Park, which is ostensibly the Area 51 of…
Vintage drag racing is sort of like a Civil War reenactment with pellet guns — you take something that was once hugely dangerous and kind of insane, and do it in an ever-so-slightly safer manner.
The Ford Focus ST may not be a true "RS"-grade hatchback, but it does come close in spec (and for once, we get it in the U.S.). But is the ST enough to show up the latest overseas-only hot-hatch competition?
Despite having a timeless Richard Teague design, TransAm racing cred, and being the car that would break AMC out of its George Romney-era economy-car mold, the AMC Javelin's hi-po AMX version always appeared uncomfortable in its own skin. But will a total, pro-touring makeover solve its issues?
If you've hung around here long enough, you know Junkman as the commenter-turned-Jalopnik-motoring-conscience and tireless procurer of awesome, oddball vehicles — some even seen here first. More than anyone we know, Junkman, aka Myron Vernis, has truly turned the Jalopnik dream into reality.
The 1955 Thunderbird was Ford's answer to the Corvette. It had less European influence, and didn't quite obtain the same racing pedigree (and the Battlebird was pretty sweet.) It also outsold the Corvette of the era, though keeps a lower profile these days.
Remember when Chris Harris drag-raced a Porsche 911 GT2 against a Ducati 1199 Panigale? Rewatch that (spoiler: the Duc blew away the Porsche to 130 mph). But can the Porsche regain ground by 200 mph? Watch and find out.
For all the love they get from fans, movie cars usually aren't that interesting. One exception is "Eleanor," the 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500 replica from the 2000 reboot of Gone in 60 Seconds, whose fan base is so rabid, they'll tattoo its likeness on their forearms.
How could two motorcycle racers with similar outlooks on custom machinery wind up with such different bikes that are still very similar? That is, despite their divergent styles, they're both total hoon hacks in the very best way.
I don't know about you, but I'd be okay with never seeing another '57 Chevy hot rod if I live to be 1,000 years old. But a Dodge business coupe? Why, yes.
The Europeans pretty much invented the premium hot hatchback, and they still hoard them like Galaxy Bars and Wine Gums. Still, it's always the things we can't get that make us the most hot and bothered, which is why seeing the Audi RS3 face down the BMW M135i gives us perverse pleasure.
How cheaply can one go really fast at Bonneville salt flats? Not sure. But Jamie Robinson of Ride Apart did it for $300 and some priceless motorcycle expertise. Still, its three bills in hard currency, and you can do it too.
There's no denying the Porsche 918 Spyder is a devastating piece of motoring machinery. In pre-production form, it can hit 93 mph in all-electric mode, then, race mode engaged, scream off in a 580 hp V8 huff. But what's it like to ride in?
In a world of sports cars that sacrifice sensory delights on the altar of performance and capability, Maserati's scrumptious engine noise stands out like Sofía Vergara at a Mennonite sewing group. She's naked, of course. Just to be clear.