If Ferraris are a dime-a-dozen to you, if you yawn at the sight of a new Lamborghini, if a Bugatti leaves you cold, and you wince at the words De Tomaso and Maserati, then we have a vehicle for you. 
Apparently, you are a person of elevated tastes (and elevated income). Apparently, even the finest things in life aren’t quite fine enough for your finely tuned lifestyle. So, Bunky, if this is you, just what car should you drive? Our suggestion: none other than a McLaren F1, a car that was built in a neat, tidy batch of 100 between 1993 and 1998, a car that had a suggested list price of $1 million, a car that, if you can find one and purchase it right now, might well cost you more used that it cost new. Read more . . .
How did a company founded to process a cork flooring substitute create not just one but two of the most 
amazing sports models the United States has ever seen? We can tell you this: it didn’t happen just overnight. The story, in fact, was some 70 years in the making.
Synthesized cork business a failure
It all started in the midst of World War I when several Japanese investors formed Toyo Cork Kogyo, which processed an alternative for cork that was harvested from Abemaki trees. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but when the war was over and Japanese could get real cork again, Toyo Cork Kogyo fell on hard times and the bank that had lent it capital reorganized it–something that would happen at least twice more in its checkered history. Read more . . .
How do you follow a tale? As the 1990s were about to flourish, Automobili Lamborghini faced that question on two fronts. 
It was forced to meet head-on the problem of replacing both a legendary leader and a legendary car. Either topic would be difficult enough, but both at one time? Some might call the job impossible.
Its spiritual leader and founder, Ferruccio Lamborghini, had long since sold his brainchild and moved on to less stressful ventures, including his death (eventually). Absent from the company for more than a decade, Lamborghini’s long shadow still stretched over the company that carried his name. The Countach, the final car that he inspired, was not only in production nearly twenty years after Lamborghini had signed the final sales agreement, it was still regarded by many as the epitome of “supercardom.” The company contemplated: How to follow a cover girl crowd-pleaser similar to the Countach? Read more . . .
Let’s face it, we’re getting older. And if it’s difficult for you to look that irrefutable prospect in the eye, know this: the marque 
with the young looking verve of Italian brio, that forever-young emblem of the European playboy, has come to terms with age and aging. Ferrari knows you’re getting old. Further more, it has in fact, done something about it. One of its latest in a string of truly remarkable cars recognizes the limitations and advantages of age, and it revels in both. The Ferrari 550 Maranello is a living embodiment of progress and of adapting to reality, a testimony to the reality that, in the 21st Century, you can have your cake and eat it, too. Read more . . .
Talk about French cars in the USA and get ready for five minutes of snickering. 
In the land of the free and the home of the brave, cars with a French pedigree have a reputation just slightly south of that reserved for French postcards, but while the postcards do deliver their own precise entertainment value, the cars seem to bring their proprietors little but grief. Peugeot was the last French brand to try to survive in the caldron of the American market, but it was finally drummed out of the country with the same lack of remorse that had followed the death of Citroen’s American adventure and the disastrous tenure of Renault on these shores. Read more . . .