Please welcome my dear friend and serial Shelby Mustang owner, Chris B., to Riverside Green. I introduced you to Chris almost two years ago on the pages of TTAC, and I’m thrilled to have him contributing here whenever the heck he feels like it. Chris was one of the lucky Shelby owners to receive an invite…

It is 2 pm on the outskirts of Akron, Ohio. My airport shuttle leaves the hotel in Cincinnati at 5 pm. The GPS in this little blue Honda Fit is indicating a total driving time of 4:04, and it doesn’t know about the twenty-mile detour I spotted coming the other way. Also, on the drive…

A while back, I wrote a piece about the Allman Brothers’ debut album and the nude photograph on the inside cover. That article has been shared a few places and it’s brought me some traffic from people who don’t normally visit the site. One of those visitors didn’t particularly care for my interpretation of the…

(Part One is here — JB) For the first lap there’s no one nearby, and then a full-course caution is called. This allows me to catch up to the pack, but now with other cars, visibility is the biggest challenge as the spray behind another car even at moderate speeds is opaque and impenetrable. It…

At the 2014 Chumpcar VIR 24 Hour Classic, I attended my first ever motor race, but not as a spectator. I skipped that step and hopped straight into the driver’s seat, because sometimes I like to make rash decisions and get in over my head.

The man across from me is wanted by Interpol. He has employed Ickx, Scheckter, Hunt. Gian Paolo Dallara hand-built him three separate, customized Countachs, for which he browbeat Pirelli into developing an unheard-of 315-series P7 tire. In an off-handed, self-deprecating manner, he tells me of the time he won a Ferrari 512bb over a bet…

If you were an outside observer of modern society, I think you’d probably call it the Sandra Fluke Event Horizon.