Author Steve Swanson

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...

Look closely at the photos accompanying this story. These were all taken within four blocks of the seafront at Nice (just before the planes stopped flying). They are just a few examples of the clapped out...

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...

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...

Sometimes motorsport heroes are linked with a furry companion. Currently we have Lewis and his bulldogs. Previously there was Donald Campbell and his teddy bear, Mansell’s bushy caterpillar, and Hunt, and...

In July 1955, an Austin A90 Westminster departed London on a mission to venture where no motorcar had gone before: a journey of seventeen thousand miles, from the North Cape of Europe to the Southern Cape of...

This is now possible thanks to the efforts of Audi USA pedalling their new e-tron in the most execrable Audi advert to ever grace TV. Premiering on the most expensive ad time known to man, The Super Bowl,...