Damascus to Baghdad By Cadillac Taxi

A hundred years ago, two Kiwis decided to get into the taxi business. It wasn’t your average Uber. Their drivers were an international bunch of hell raisers who wrestled V8 Cadillacs across 600 miles of inhospitable desert, delivering mail and VIP’s...

Mashed Swede Stash

There’s something about a scrap yard that draws me in. It’s the promise of scrambling about in mud and grime on the hunt for oily automotive treasure, or it could be because I’m a tightwad, I’m not sure. They are few and far between these days,...

Negative Ghost Rider, Tower Bridge Is Full

If you’re familiar with the title reference then you know I’m going off topic, but not too far, because if there ever was a MotorPunk with wings, this is our man. Forget the Hollywood hoopla, the real ‘Maverick‘ is a Brit who surpasses all illegal...

Hell Yeah, I Bought A Racetrack

Okay, it’s been closed for years, the grounds are weed choked, and the racetrack itself is cracking up in places. True, it’s a figure of eight banked oval, so it lacks the style of Goodwood and the allure of the 'Ring, but let’s not talk it down,...