AUTO REVIEW—The hills are alive with the sound of the Camaro ZL1. That “sound” emanates from four exhaust pipes at the end of the system which starts few yards ahead, under the carbon-fiber-accented hood, with an Eaton supercharger feeding air into eight cylinders of a 6.2 liter LSA engine that collectively pumps out close to 600 horsepower. Editor-at-Large Zoran Segina reports.
AUTO REVIEW—America always liked to think big, including getting some pretty large swaths of real estate at very good prices. We bought 22 square miles of Manhattan in 1626 for about 25 bucks. Then came the Louisiana Purchase, in 1803 from Napoleon Bonaparte, over half a billion acres for about four cents an acre. And the best deal of all – the “Seward’s Folly” – where we bought over half a million square miles of Alaska from the Russian Czar for two cents an acre. Without this last acquisition the 2015 GMC Yukon Denali XL AWD would have to carry a different name.
AUTO REVIEW—Leave it to Volkswagen to name its compact crossover after a cross between a tiger and an iguana. With other companies succumbing to safe, alpha-numeric designations, VW gives us Touareg, Routan, and of course Tiguan. Editor-at-Large Zoran J. Segina reports on the latest version of the felineus lizard from Wolfsburg—the R-Line.
AUTO REVIEW—When Barry Newman took delivery of that ‘Seventies Dodge Challenger in the movie “Vanishing Point,” it forever cemented the car as an American icon. Forty-five years later, the 2015 Dodge Challenger remains truest to the original pony cars of the muscle car era (four-wheel independent suspension, dual overhead cams and variable valve timing, notwithstanding). Harvey Schwartz reports on the new Challenger.
BOOK REVIEW—Tom Cotter’s SIXTH book of barn-finds is just as vexing as the five that preceded it. “50 Shades of Rust” is another Cotter volume that regales with 94 short stories of the unearthing of some of the most interesting, delectable, desirable vehicles in some of the most unlikely of places. And that entertains and pisses me off at the same time. Why does this guy find the damn Lang Cooper? I know that Bill Warner actually found it in a junkyard, but Cotter gets to write about it and rub it in my face. Oops, I’m taking this a bit too personal, I guess. Deep breath.