Roadtripping

In the month before the virus, the life of an Automotive Adventurer was so much easier. In early February, a simple plan had been hatched: budget flights, grab a cheap rental car and a full day's exploration of France's Route Napoleon. So after after lunch...

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 Africa. Behind the wheel was a mercurial former...

Considered to be the most brutal stage of the Tour de France, this extinct volcano previously hosted the most prestigious event on Europe’s motorsport calendar Better known as the Beast of Provence thanks to its regular inclusion in the Tour de France,...

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 of this car, probably worth more than my house,...

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 tanks ploughing up Route 66. But thankfully,...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Xiy2NUdMGE Big feature on this stuff coming in the next issue of MotorPunk magazine soon! See here...

It is, admittedly, a bit of a bucket list destination.  I realised it was 20 years since my first, faltering lap of the Nürburgring in March of this year, and when getting my old Alfa sickeningly sideways, again, I concluded that I’m done with it. Public...

Some pics from last year's 'ring trip in the (now departed) Alfa GTV V6; I didn't quite trust it to get there without drama, so cheated... Old meets new outside the historic paddock... Cold, wet and grey. And slippy... And at...

Back in May 2018 we joined the world famous London to Brighton Mini Run, a convoy of Issigonis’s greatest creations that chugs its way 53-miles southwards from Crystal Palace to the balmy coastal assembly point on Madeira Drive. I’d wanted to do it for...