You’d have to think the private equity suits down at Archer Capital would have the smallest inkling of impending doom.

IT’S pretty hard not to be a race driver if your name is Brabham. Twenty-year-old Matthew Chase Brabham is Geoff’s son and Jack’s grandson.

SO I was dropping the yellow (with some black on the bonnet) Corvette Z06 back to Hertz at Los Angeles airport. The check-in woman said to me, “Do me a favour, start the engine again.

OK. Let’s get the puns out of the way first. The inaugural Formula E electric motor racing series in Beijing ended with a shocking crash as the volt wagons of Nic Heidfield came together before the last corner.

IN his really long poem Inferno, Italian crooner Dan Aligheiri writes of his descent into the ninth level of hell. It is so crook that even Satan is trapped and, contrary to recent reports, not all that happy to be there. Friends, I have to report that last weekend I was there, a...

AS you know, Norm Beechey and I never drop names, but we were having a quiet chat at The Second Annual Weekend Australian and Sporting Car Club of South Australia Memorial Lecture and Chicken Roll and Salad Dinner last week.

ON June 1, 2011, Sydney hire-car driver EB took delivery of what he thought was a new Audi Q7 from Wollongong’s Southern Classic Cars.

Just as you’re reading this, what remains of the 250 shitboxes that left Perth last Saturday are struggling into our northernmost capital after nearly 4,000kms of red sand, red snakes and red skin. Of course you’d know all this in fine detail because you have been fol...

Tasmania, April, 1994. Jack Brabham, with Grahame Ward in the left seat, was running third overall in the Targa. They had worked their factory BMW M3 into third, had passed most of the slower cars and were looking for the team in second.

Don’t you wish big companies would stop pretending they really care about customers and just tell the truth? I know a bit about the PR caper so my advice would that they should run ads saying something like “Customers are a pain in the butt so if we are nice to you it...

Just because one of South Australian solar revolutionary, Troy ‘the Sparky’ Ryan’s mates paid nearly $60 million for a used Italian car, I am not being put off going to this season’s auctions and nor should you.

Stephen Brook my editor rang me last night and said ‘Your column is dragging down the tone of this section and probably the whole paper. Just for once stop writing about your dissolute travels to car auctions, the amount of free booze you drink and how much money your frien...