My S2000 is ruined. There’s no one to blame but myself. I chose what I thought was a reasonable, budget-friendly option, and it turned out to be a horrible mistake. The only thing keeping me from complete misery is the knowledge that time and more money are all that’s required to rectify the situation. In […] More »

I used to loathe and despise stability control. Call it ESP, DSC, VSA, or any other acronym; I considered it to be a blight on the dynamic prowess of the vehicle and a hindrance to the development of real driving skills. From the moment I stepped from my non-ABS, non-traction controlled, two-pedals-and-an-emergency-brake 1996 Saturn into […] More »

Eight weeks had passed since the fraught weekend on which I purchased my S2000. I had finished final exams, survived a disastrous week at the Formula SAE competition in Michigan, and moved to Maryland for a summer internship. It turns out you can carry everything you need for three months in an S2000 if you’re […] More »

At least once a year, this community is set abuzz by rumors that a successor to the S2000 is under development. So far, Honda has instead given us the deeply weird Crosstour and slow but strangely entertaining CR-Z. This has given me time to think about what I believe is essential to build a genuine […] More »

I’m late for work at least once a week, and it’s my car’s fault. This cannot be ascribed to any mechanical malady or intolerance of cold or inactivity. Rather, it is due to a simple duality. There are two ways to get from my apartment to my office – the direct route or, to paraphrase […] More »

I’m barreling down the back straight of PCA’s autocross course at El Toro, chasing redline in second. Ahead is the final right-left-right complex before the finish markers, broad entrances and exits masking a nasty tightening-radius transition through the middle left. I stand on the brakes, feed the car right, roll on the power, lift slightly […] More »

Two cylinders. The third had died as I passed through the tollbooth, frantic to escape the freeway traffic with which I could no longer keep pace. Two clattering cylinders, just enough to limp into the first parking lot in sight, a rather dismal motel; any port in a storm. With a sinking heart and a […] More »