Ahhh, holidays. With your children, or partner, merrily distracted by Santa’s givings, it’s your chance to vanish away on a nice, long, relaxing drive. That’s what we did these holidays, in a car that’s getting a bit old, but is still rather tasty, like the cooking chocolate you once found at the back of your […]
There are cities that are smaller than the Paris motor show. Picture Canberra with a roof, which wouldn’t be a bad idea in winter, and you’re part of the way there. The Mondial De L’Automobile is only held every second year, because it takes anyone who attempts to see it all a solid 23 months […]
And here’s the grand question: who’s at fault? The silly too-low speed limit, or me for breaking the law? The Office of State Revenue sent Top Gear a letter the other day. It was a bill, for $154. One of the Top Gear staffers had driven through a speed camera in our Toyota 86 test […]
I really can’t tell you how much I despise commuting. After being stuck in traffic last night getting back into Sydney from a long drive, I got home hoarse from screaming swear words, and roiling with acidic guts, and I realised that if I didn’t live as close to work as I do, I would […]
And now, another instalment in a continuing series I like to call Countries You Should Move to, Simply Because They’re So Great to Drive In. This time, it’s Spain, where, admittedly, the cities are impossible to navigate in anything larger than a VW Polo. Indeed, driving there, or anywhere in Europe, makes you realise how […]
You’re aware of China of course, you know it exists, and you’re aware that it’s big, huge even. A billion people. No, more. But nothing can prepare you for the reality of it. The sheer crushing weight of both the skies and the population, the writhing, ridiculous mess of the traffic. The sheer scale of […]
I want you to picture being strapped to a chair with no padding, with a large, fat man sitting on your groin, and then being shoved inside an oversized hypodermic syringe, the pointy, holey end of which has been cut off. Or maybe you’re inside the tubes of the Hadron Collider. Anyway, picture somewhere that […]
Getting booked speeding is always like being kicked in the groin by an elephant and stabbed in the wallet at the same time, but imagine the searing, infuriating pain of being pinged for going under the limit. This was our joy the other day after deputy editor Chesto and I went for a drive in […]
- Z4 sDrive35is: funny name. Lucky it’s so fast.
- Supercars, snails and gymnastics: TG in Paris
- I got booked for 10km/h over
- Soothe your traffic rage. With a Porsche.
- Hate Australian drivers? Why not move to Spain?
- Beijing motor show: so massive, it’s scary
- My head-exploding ride in an F1 car
- Lower speed limits, raise blood pressure
- My weird Volkswagen visit
- I hate SUVs. But I’m falling for the Evoque
Most Popular Tags