Category: Love Letters

To All The Cars I’ve Loved Before: Caddie Cruisin’

Today, in honor of Independence Day, I'm remembering the time I first discovered the great American past time of cruising and the car that made it possible.  That car was a '68 Cadillac De Ville Convertible. (actual car not shown) The car was white, the interior was red and the ride was magical.  Not only was it a convertible, with the trunk space for all the Barbies I could...

Dear Redbook Auto Awards, Just Shoot Me

Redbook magazine recently released a fascinating piece titled “The Best Cars For Women: Redbook Auto Awards 2013.”  It opens with this promising statement– “Cars are usually judged by men, for men.”  Can’t argue with you there, sister. But 22 words later, I’m ready to stick an ice pick in my forehead– “We care about safety, gas mileage and cost, but let’s be real, we also need a good light for...

Dear BMW Design Team

Full disclosure: I’m a Beemer fan. For about a decade now, I’ve been addicted to the slow morphine drip that is the Ultimate Driving Machine.  And good for you Bavaria, you’ve made great cars with amazing performance and a new car smell that I would spray behind my ears if I could.  But given the fact that I’ve poured my retirement account into your coffers,...

Dear Mr. President: Mama’s Economic Recovery Plan

Yesterday on Twitter, my friends at Jalopnik asked the intriguing question “Would you trade America’s Car Market for Europe’s?”  And my answer is– Yes, please. I’ll take both. That’s why I’m planning a European Invasion.  Who’s with me? Europe’s economy is in the toilet and we’ve got plenty of our own problems at home.  So I figure let’s take some of our good ole American...

Bitchin’ Camaro

It takes a strong woman to admit when you’re wrong. And Mr. Camaro, I’ve been wrong about you.  But you gotta understand–growing up, Camaros were driven by, well, Guidos and Dirtbags. (If you’re not from the East Coast, you may have to Google that action.) Anyway, for years it was impossible for me to appreciate the low purr of your v8 (not to mention the...

Vantastic!

For too long now, the van has been, well, mini. Or Scooby:         Or Barbie:               But a lot of us grew up with a van that did stuff like this: So, as SUVs get more expensive and more focused on cup holders than rock crawling, the van is emerging as our do-everything alternative.  It all...