My very first car was a 1990 red Ford Taurus. It had splotchy paint and wouldn’t go uphill if the air conditioner was on. The thing was a freaking tank. (Aptly named Battlestar Galactica.) The car, mildly put, was quite large. When my grandfather sold us the car for $1, he kindly threw in the pillows to see over the steering wheel for free.

I started driving that car when I was 16. The moment my learner’s permit was in my hands. And those pillows really came in handy. Last week, five years after…

Earlier this Summer, I wrote about an effort Ford was making on the launch of the 2010 Mustang. They did a series of docu-films and built a large scale site detailing the Roger’s interest in driving the new Mustang. It all culminated with Roger actually being able to go thrash on the Mustang on a closed course. It was heartfelt and didn’t feel pushy or that they were “using”…

There’s a whole slew of races coming up this year and it’s not always economically feasible to haul our race car around with a rented RV. But none of us have a vehicle capable of towing (Saab 9-3 SS x2, Saab 9-3 Viggen, BMW E36M3, BMW M5, Boxster S, 400hp Saab 9000, and like seven motorcycles, among us). So we were forced (I use that term sarcastically) to pick up a tow rig.

You may have noticed a recent post, “Why I only date men who drive beat up Volvos,” and thought, hmmmm I thought it was only dudes who wrote for c|g? (not that there’s anything wrong with that) Well, I’m happy to announce that we’ve…

There are a lot of fancy cars in the parking lot at my school. Shiny cars, red cars, fast cars. Chick magnets, if you will. But not this chick, oh no.  I pride myself on a unique appreciation of Volvos. Square, clunky, beat up Volvos from the 1990s. It is those Volvos that have earned the name “Sarah Magnets.” While it may seem unusual, there are good reasons why I only date men who drive beat up Volvos.

Reason One: Low Maintenance
While beat up Volvos probably require a fair amount…