Author Darryl Sleath

Not all of history’s greatest adventurers wore swanky Rolex or Omegas. Unlike most car magazine editors, I’m rarely impressed by hyper-watches – those massive hunks of metal that look like bejewelled...

I ruddy loved the Wacky Races. Every Saturday morning – after TISWAS but before Grandstand– my brothers and I would bet Panini football stickers on who was going to win these cartoon motorsport capers...

On a clear day, from the top of Dover’s famous White Cliffs, you can see the French coast - Flat Earthers will be disappointed to discover you can’t from the beach at the bottom. Nevertheless, at its...

When Vincenzo Florio brought home his first motor car, from a showroom Paris to his native Sicily, there was just one problem: there were no roads on the island. This is the story of how the world's greatest...

Only a decade ago, if you’d got yacking with your chums about planning some long-distance automotive adventure, it would have conjured up images of sun-parched desert highways, Easy Rider and drop-top Yank...

The 1992 Formula One season was dominated, to the point of boredom, by Mansell and Patrese in the Williams FW14B – but the wacky goings-on at the other end of the pitlane in the garages of the fledgling...

Got a car that falls into MotorPunk's CarClub 18-30? Well then, why not join us on the 2nd of July for skids and giggles on our fifth annual trackday at Blyton Park in Lincolnshire. Ideally, we want folks...

When I was about 11 I joined the 22nd Leicestershire Boys Brigade; yes, that pint-sized militant wing of the Methodist church that dressed like the Thunderbirds in darker hues of blue. I partly did it because...

The BMC’s Buckboard was meant to be a feisty little attack terrier – a pintsized British alternative to VW’s Kübelwagen, fashioned from Morris and Austin odds ‘n sods, that could be dropped by...