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Don’t get me wrong, I love my local tire store. They have a fascinating jar on the counter filled with all the metal detritus they pull out of people’s tires—nails, screws, scraps of medieval maces that somehow ended up out on Route 1. They’re fair, and they do a great job, but while they’re working […]

From the September 2023 issue of Car and Driver. Blue Ridge Mercedes, near Atlanta, specializes in AMG-modified Mercedes-Benzes from the time when the tuner operated independently. Proprietor Jonathan Hodgman, 45, got his start repairing Benzes after sorting out a broken-down, 400,000-plus-mile 1978 280E offered to him on the condition that if he could fix it,

From the September 2023 issue of Car and Driver. Kira Cameron looked concerned. “You don’t know your blood type?” “I don’t do a lot of bleeding,” I mumbled. To be clear, I wasn’t bleeding. I was just checking in at Cameron Advanced Mobility (CAM) for a three-day wilderness training experience in the ruddy rock canyons

From the September 2023 issue of Car and Driver. I learned how to drive, like most of us, behind the wheel of a heap suited to the abuse meted out by a clueless kid. You don’t realize it at the time, but the bland obscurity of that machine means you’ll probably never drive one again.

Among the many new-car launches held at the 2023 Quail show during Monterey Car Week, one of the most daring might have been Lamborghini’s Lanzador concept. A sort of Sterrato on stilts with the ride height of a Urus but the profile of a Huracán, taking the hybrid tech of the Revuelto to an all-electric,

From the April 1998 issue of Car and Driver. The last time we built a kit car was one summer weekend in 1979. Okay, the pronoun should be they, since none of us was on the masthead back then except Pat Bedard, who at that time still had enough brain cells to vanish on the

Randy Carlson was at a Cars & Coffee event in Orange County, California, when his phone pinged. “I might need your help with something,” read the text. Just hours later, he was flicking on a single lightbulb in a cluttered garage crammed with cardboard boxes and cans of paint. There, covered in the dust and

Brian Mabutas is outside on a gray New Jersey afternoon as a light drizzle beads off the faded asphalt. He’s detailing his Dodge Viper, a stealthy, stripe-free example sitting on fat drag radials. “Do you want the short story or the long story?” Brian asks. The long story, which begins with a boy who grew