Author Darryl Sleath

Without doubt the cushiest job in the world during the 1970s must have been the motor industry 'mad man'. Why? Well, there was a glut of marques battling for punters in an overcrowded market place –...

The Pathe News archives are a gold mine for car bores like us, and hark back to a time when gravelly-voiced toffs would bring tales of derring-do from the Continent and Colonies to expectant cinema goers just...

I have always felt a bit sorry for Maserati; passing from pillar to post in the reshuffles of various conglomerates for almost fifty years. After being kicked out of the sack by so many automotive bedfellows,...

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...

Since 1977, a small band of men have been meeting in a shabby west London church hall to keep alive one of Britain’s greatest pint-sized motorsports. Few of the regulars are under forty, many are well paid...

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...

Aboard his floating man cave - strewn with aquatic gizmos - Cousteau became the greatest deep-sea explorer of all time. And he owed it all to the flaky electrics of a French-built roadster Jacques-Yves...

Even the most slovenly driving enthusiasts have to put some thought into their motoring apparel when they own a snug fitting track-focussed sports car. In the confined cockpit of something like an Elise you...

Some car adverts are brilliant; that one with the Audi R8 on the rolling road for example, never fails to prick up my neck hairs. Those old Jaguar 'gangster' ones were pretty slick too, and back in the day the...