CarClub 18-30 - The Cars

Peter Wheeler was a six-foot-six chain-smoking Yorkshireman who had made his millions in the ‘70s building desalinization equipment for North Sea oilrigs. Although he was only in his late 30s, he was already...

What do you do when your camera car hasn’t got the poke to keep up with its subject? The answer, as all Lotus disciples will tell you, is to start adding lightness. Based in Mainz-Kostheim on the banks of...

Everyone knows that I have an unnatural fondness for British Leyland. But I’m not deluded; I know they were mostly poorly built, unreliable and outdated lumps of crap, lashed together by tea-addicted,...

At the turn of the millennium, when most hot-hatch boffins were busy lashing turbos to humdrum four-pots, Renault decided that their flagship pocket-rocket deserved something a little more avant-garde. A V6 in...

We love these little buggers, even though our rally project is still sitting, a little unloved, under a tarp'. Restoring a rotten one, like ours, is hard; but not as hard as writing something about the classic...

With the very last examples now approaching 30-years-old, it’s time for CarClub 18-30 to say goodbye to America’s only mass-produced mid-engined sports car. the late 1970s keen-driving Americans were...

What a rubbish pic. I have dropped my poxy iPhone so many times now that the screen is crunchier than a box of Frosties. The lens, too, has had it's day so excuse me for the solitary shot of this beautiful...

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...

Sainte-Agnès is a pretty spot. High in the mountains of the Alpes-Maritimes in France, looking down on the Med some distance below, the views are beautiful. And yet, because we are MotorPunks, we were drawn...