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In 1941 the man they called the Giant Sloth pulled off a blinder. After bluffing his way past HQ security, he convinced a General to let him form a new force of desert raiders to give Rommel a headache. The Giant Sloth was David Stirling, and his new unit was...

I met a chap at Goodwood a few years back, a senior Engineer for the most prestigious of British marques, and over a cuppa and natter about our backgrounds I asked what car he actually owns himself. I didn’t, at first, get a straight answer. The more he...

In the 1960s the Lockheed Skunk Works in Burbank, California, went ballistic, developing a Top Secret spy plane for the CIA. Under the ironic codename of Oxcart, they created the Blackbird, a Mach 3 plus hotrod that no missile or fighter could catch. In the...

Few would dare argue that Sir Stirling Craufurd Moss was anything less than a national treasure and proper VIP member of MotorPunk’s ‘Tally-ho Hero’ hall of fame. Not only because he won 212 of the 529 races he ever entered - including 16 F1 Grand Prix...

If like me, you find yourself with a little too much time on your hands at the moment you might find the classic cars section of eBay an irresistible draw for a spot of cyber tyre kicking on the hunt for a potential project. There are classier sites and...

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...

If you've been lucky enough to have an issue of MotorPunk land on your doorstep recently then you'll know we have a bit of a thing about interior design … if there's a whiff of 'mancave' about it. And Joel Clark, Silverstone's former go-to signwriter during...

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,...

I don't speak French and I don't understand medicine, but this old newspaper photograph of a racing driver proudly showing off his injuries had me fascinated. Who is this man, stood smiling in just his undercrackers, and how on earth did he end up with the...