Wallace and vomit

I’M LYING ON A MATTRESS IN ROS’S FRONT GARDEN, arms folded over her garden wall. Half a mile away the first bike leaves the line. Before it gets to us in about 13 seconds time it will already have had

Poor Baka. She’s a mess. Her naked carbon fibre panels are yellowed and dulled from testing different lacquer finishes. Jagged chunks are missing from her butterfly doors. Everywhere the light touches

The Bugatti Veyron doesn’t qualify. That fell a fraction short. Nor do any of the Holy Trinity from just a decade back, and nor did the Ferrari SF90 before the XX came along. The Lamborghini Revuelto

I wonder if any readers recall, or attended, the British Leyland Special Tuning Day at Mallory Park in June 1972. The idea was to showcase the Special Tuning performance upgrades, as well as some more

I spoke to Russ Knudsen, the guy who built it, and I called bullsh*t on the 206mph claim,” says Paul Cowland, TV presenter and this Pontiac Tojan’s owner. “At about 140mph it generates enormous amount

A man wipes the soles of my shoes with a cloth. This isn’t the sort of service you usually get when climbing into a car. But then the Porsche 963 RSP isn’t your usual sort of car. It’s the sort of car