Lance Reventlow beat me to the punch back in 1958 when he launched his American-built Scarab sport car while the Cobra was still just an idea in my head.
When I was a kid I used to read about the monks that saved the Book of Hours from the rampaging hordes
When we lost Bob Petersen last March, everybody in the automobile world lost one of its finest – and one of my closest – friends.
First of all, let me say I am a huge Lamborghini enthusiast who owns two Miuras, a Countach and an Espada
Years ago Donald Healey called me to ask if I’d help him set some speed records on the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah.
Whenever I read Letters to the editor in some magazines, people complain about the relevance of the Lamborghinis, the Enzo Ferraris and the SLR McLarens: no-one can drive these things quickly, so what’s the point of having them?