Author Rich Duisberg

Racing is a ruddy expensive business. The lower formulas are full of folks funding racing with remortgages, loans or by simply living off Aldi baked beans and tap water. Any sniff of sponsorship gets quickly...

1979 was an otherwise unremarkable year for car design. European car of the year was the Chrysler Horizon, a car so dull we had to google to remember what it was. Fortunately, to offset such motoring tedium,...

Lamenting the loss of my red GTV I happened upon an example of its sibling, the Fiat Coupé, in a place called Frog Island. Despite its unusual name, Frog Island is a rather grey place and perhaps that dull...

I blame Nicole Scherzinger. Watching the vacuous, androgynous former-Hamilton-squeeze hilariously falling over and getting yoghurt on her nose, again, was the final straw. I’d only just recovered from the...

The earth’s circumference is 24901 miles, so as I click over the same distance travelled, in a single year, on a set of Falken ZIEX ZE310 ECORUN (their shouty caps, not mine), I thought I’d share a quick...

Back in 1995, I bought and read a particular copy of Car magazine. On the front cover was a picture of a Ferrari 512 in the desert. The feature was written by a chap called Richard Bremner and told the story...

Made from wrinkly tin from ‘47 to ‘81, the H van should really be a MotorPunk favourite. It has DS running gear and 2CV headlamps. If it were an animal it would be a French Bulldog made out of wet...

Malta is a stick of Mediterranean rock with the word Britain running right through it. That’s what you might read in lazier publications than this. This red-hot, jaggy lump of limestone has had many more...

As MotorPunk focusses it’s bleary peepers on the ‘seventies (a decade we consider both the zenith and nadir in motoring history) we’ll share snaps of daily driven ‘seventies machinery we spot on our...