Driving

When I was a kid, supercars came in an accepted shape. There weren't that many around, but you could still spot them a mile away: wedgy, low, enormous spoilers and so many vents you'd think somebody had been attacking the bodywork with an axe.

Thirty years ago, Canada got its first taste of a new kind of flavour: the hot hatchback. Released in 1976 in Europe, it took nearly a decade to reach our shores, and even then it came in a slightly watered-down version. It didn't matter.

Slow. Slow and slightly noisy. Slow and slightly noisy and incredibly boxy with so-so handling. Or, in other words: perfect.

There’s no denying that Mr. Soichiro Honda was a genius, but he also nearly ran his company into the ground.

Like any child of the 1980s, I grew up reading the stories of Tintin, thrilling to the exploits of the boy detective, laughing at the antics of Captain Haddock and Snowy, and being slightly bemused that one time he blew up a rhinoceros with dynamite.

A biweekly roundup of automotive news, good, bad and just plain weird: Montreal woman convicted of criminal negligence after stopping car to save ducklings Now here's a news item that's splitting the country right down the middle.

The manual transmission is a relic of the past, fading from the options lists of everything from the Porsche GT3 to the Audi A4.

Wagon, hö! It's nearly the last bastion of the compact wagon, but the European luxury manufacturers still provide offerings that appeal to those who don't want a crossover like everybody else. Not that there are all that many to choose from.

A biweekly roundup of automotive news, good, bad and just plain weird: Dodge unleashes the Hellcat Gas is past the $1.50 mark per litre. Emissions concerns and climate change worries rule the headlines.

When the 2012 Honda Civic emerged as a new, less expensive, decontented model, the critics were unequivocal in their denigration. "This isn't a proper Civic!" they cried, and scurried to their keyboards to ladle out the vitriol.