Bad news from Donington Historic Festival in England arrived just as gates were opening on the summer racing season—a timely reminder of the dangers inherent in any form of motorsport. Christian Devereux, of Chiswick, West London, was killed Sunday when his 1965 Mini Cooper S collided with a Ford Mustang, in a vintage race for pre-1966 touring cars at Donington Park.
Munich: The Z4 may have been an amuse-bouche to the main-dish April presentation of the M6 Gran Coupé in Munich—oh my lord God yes, the M6 Gran Coupé!—but what a pleasant mouthful it is. Presented as a sort of a facelift variant—hey, didn’t you need a facelift at the age of four?—the Z4 has a few cosmetic changes, the most obvious of which is a two-tone treatment of the top.
Thirty-one years ago: April 23, 1982, Chicago. My best friend was born. He was not a car guy. I was the car guy. He was the guy: Brilliant. Radical. Amiable. Daring. He was my best friend, and he passed away recently. No—it’s been too long to call it recently.
I’m a 28-year-old female. Before you start passing judgment upon what I might be like, or who I might be, give me a chance; actually, give everybody out there like me a chance. There is an extremely high possibility that you might be surprised by what you find.
Two bits of information crossed my desk the other day, both vaguely troubling. The first was the announcement of yet another bigger Mini—the Paceman, following on the heels of the ridiculously expensive Clubvan, which stands about as much chance of doing a solid day’s blue-collar work as me, if I can help it. “That’s Miss Frou-Frou’s Flower Shop to you, mate.”