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Colin Chapman, founder of Lotus Cars, and purveyor of all things simple and lightweight. No need for me to extoll his virtues; hundreds of Internet goers have already done so with an in-depth Wikipedia page. If you remember, I touched upon my preference for simplicity in my last entry.
The interesting thing about Mr. Chapman’s statement about adding power, versus subtracting weight, is that while building the Corrado RS in this direction, I never experienced the fruits of my labor
The original idea for this article was to draw a clichéd comparison between the look-at-me-now nature of The Hamptons in the summer, having officially kicked off this Memorial Day week, and me deciding to take the Corrado on a shakedown drive TO The Hamptons. The Corrado only looks good from about fifty feet away. I’m sure there’s a Hamptons correlation there.
When I finally arrived at a coffee shop, I was tense. My shoulders hurt, I needed to stretch my back, and my left knee was
"The death of Paul Walker is shocking, saddening, and yet I could not figure out why his death was having such an impact on me. Why was it bothering me? The earliest memory I have of anything tuner related has to be some time before I was nine years old (between 1983 and 1992). This I know because it was in my family’s first apartment, and I distinctly remember sitting on the couch, with the latest issue of Automobile Magazine, reading the “Not For US” (pun intended I’m sure) column about
Before I chose the 'RS' moniker and the associated tuning direction, the Corrado began equipped with a custom set of 12” Wilwoods front and rear, purchased almost eight years ago. I wanted visual brake balance. I loved the idea of massive Brembo calipers upfront, but hated keeping the dinky 9” rear brakes, lost behind the center hub of any wheel larger than factory. While poking around the internet in Manhattan College's computer lab (I was still in college), I happened upon Precision Brake Company
"Coastal Highway is eerily quiet, devoid of the cacophony of engines that had been running rampant into all hours of the night, not twelve hours earlier. The pavement looks like a battle field; gouges in the slightest elevation changes, oil stains following every manhole cover before turning into a side street. Evidence of the lost challenge between a lowered car and pavement. H2O International in Ocean City, Maryland was once again coming to a close, and as I drove north out of the beach town