I SUCCUMBED. OR, as younger people say, I caved. I’d been looking at my Phantom’s bodywork (the victim of a blow-over respray prior to my renewed ownership, after a white ‘wrap’ was removed) and alway

Bleedin’ BMW I was giddy with glee about ...

I’m on the edge of a seaside town, confronting sand. Fine sand, suitable for making sandcastles with very precise detailing. The sand, though, has come not from a beach near Hastings (the Sussex town

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Your non-diagnostic vehicle-related problems solved by Steve Rothwell

This car feels rather less prim and imperious than its name, The Admiral, might suggest. It’s dark blue, but there’s nothing dark about its character. It’s a restomodded Series 3 Land Rover named afte