Few things are more polarizing than luxury heavy duty trucks. To create one, a manufacturer has to take one of the most utilitarian vehicles in its lineup and slather it in leather, chrome and heated elements. For 2013, Ford has announced that its Super Duty line of F-Series pickups will be refreshed, and a Platinum trim level will be available for the first time. While the leather and chrome might get the most looks, its the also new for 2013 version of Ford MyTouch that has piqued our interest.
“No paired phones detected!” lamented the driver info display, taking me aback, since I’d never asked it to detect phones, paired or otherwise. The message soon disappeared, then, a few hours later, elbowing aside actual useful information (MPG, fuel range, that kind of thing) the screen flashed the warning that my truck’s engine would shut down in 50 miles—49—48—unless I replenished the diesel exhaust fluid right away. Now, the Ford F-250 I was driving was a diesel, a species I’m not used to, so I consulted the driver’s manual to see what to do. My concerns were founded – I was worried about running low on the stuff en route to a distant purveyor—there being none within a 25-mile radius of my home–and enduring the humiliation of having the truck shut down to idle speed which, apparently, it would do soon after the prescribed 50 miles (46—45) had elapsed….
Iceland is a mysterious place with endless discoveries for literally anybody. To add to the mystique of this island perched precariously on the edge of the world (no, not really, it’s between North America and Europe actually), flying to Iceland is distinctly different from flying to any other country. The clouds over the island seem to cover it like a blanket, making the descent of the aircraft particularly precarious. Upon breaching the cloud cover, the landscape that appears is at once barren and ancient – a stark change from the manicured lawns and large industrial buildings that mark England’s landscape from which I came. The airport, however, must be one of the most modern ones I have ever seen. Elegantly Scandinavian, thoroughly modern and utterly clean. Their advertisements also reflect their way of thinking – simple and effective.
The Opel Insignia is a pretty good car, but it’s not sold in the U.S. The new Buick Regal, which is based on that same Opel, is also a pretty good car, and it is sold here, and, it’s sold here with a six-speed manual transmission. That’s not a misprint; this is a new Buick sedan that has a six-speed manual transmission.
These days, numbers no longer do the talking.
We have comfortably exceeded every available record to break for the modern sports car. Fastest lap times – check. Fastest acceleration – check. Shortest braking distance – check. You get what I mean; there is so much improvement from cars of yesteryear that now we are spoilt by excellence.
Selling cars at an auction is foreign to me. Where I live in Singapore, we rely almost solely on buying cars privately or from used car dealerships. Among the auctions there is always the impression that ‘something must be wrong with the car’, perhaps a very strong Asian mindset that if one’s car is re-possessed or confiscated, the car itself also contains some qualities of its owner.
Speaking of reviving dormant nameplates, word from Japan’s Nikkei business daily newspaper is that Nissan is considering a revival of the Datsun name. The report has not been confirmed publicly by Nissan, but the key point is that unlike the last time we had a Datsun brand, this time it won’t be sold in North America. It will be sold in Russia, India, and Indonesia.
EBay, Barrett Jackson, and Hemmings all abound with classic and veteran sports cars for sale and auction year-round, but why do so many people want to buy one – or even more than one?
What makes an otherwise-sane person sink exorbitant amounts of money into an obsolete piece of machinery?
I bought my first classic sports car in the 90’s – a decrepit and pitiful 1978 MG Midget. That was just the beginning; I was bitten as they say. Shortly after the Midget came home, I bought a 1977 MGB, then a 1973 MGB, a 1967 MGB GT, BMWs, Porsches, Triumphs and on and on. Let’s take a look at the reasons why folks might consider buying a classic sports car.