‘the odometer ticked back to 0000… it only counts up to 9999 – the seven was not intended for cross-continental trips’

If it hadn’t been for a keen online rival bidder, you would now be reading about how I’d just bought a Renault Avantime and how I was embarking on an ill-judged foray into weird French car ownership.

Road users had best be careful if they don’t want to incur the wrath of that police constable for over-revving their engines

1939 Alvis 12/70 Special, 1958 Austin-Healey Sprite, 1972 Porsche 911T Berthold Dörrich WHEN MY BRITISH colleagues approached me as the publisher of Octane’s German edition to contribute to this secti

Occasionally, there was the chance to use one of the newfangled automatic car washes that pulled off your windscreen wipers and wing mirrors, but most 1970s people still washed the family Cortina or 1

It’s not that hard a sell, road-tripping in northern Portugal. It’s not like going to the pub and telling your mates you’re doing a driving holiday of Bulgaria – which, while beautiful and under-explo

Road and rail, both of which need a little work