A very wise man once said that if you want a reliable man servant, buy a Porsche. But if you want a fiery redhead mistress, get a Ferrari. This was what passed through Brad McCreedy’s mind as he stood before the mistress of his dreams.

Before sliding behind the wheel of the Ferrari 430 Scuderia, I considered how the Ferrari mid-engine V8 has evolved over the years. The 308 GTS Quattrovalvole, the one Magnum PI made famous, was really the first V8 mid-engine Ferrari since the V6 of the Dino 206/246. The 308 was absolutely bite-the-back-of-your-hand beautiful, but although it might have been quick in the ’80s, it now possesses the same power as a...

It’s long. Really, really long! In fact, it’s as long as a man’s arm, and his leg put together — which is exceptionally long for a waiting list. There is approximately a six month wait for the new Kia Sportage and even getting one to test was a tad tricky. Not even Kia’s Head Office was able to help me with a road test vehicle or a demo car, purely due to the demand. I suppose that’s testament to the Sportage’s popularity and how KIA in general has turned itself around over the past few years.

Thankfully, in my dying deadline hour, the folk from Kia Centurion made sure I was sitting behind the wheel of a new Kia Sportage All...

Motoring speak is often like a foreign language—what with all the acronyms! So it was with great interest that I accepted an invitation to drive a “B-SUV”. Now, we all know and understand the term Sports Utility Vehicle and we’ve come to accept the Americanism (SUV) to describe these station wagon 4x4’s that mostly populate the car parks in the northern suburbs of Johannesburg. But a B-SUV? I thought back to my early days as an employee of Nissan, when we cut the rear cab off a “bakkie” and literally glued a fiberglass “wagon“ section with a rear door on. Add a comment

It was with some trepidation that I approached the BMW head office in Midrand to collect the X1 allocated to me to test for three days — after all, I drive low range 4x4s in mud and dirt. How was I to cope with this high level of sophistication? Badly, it would seem. I sat in the car park for a full five minutes trying to work out how to start the car. It was only after being assisted (embarrassingly) by a passerby that I finally hit the highway back to Johannesburg. The mass of gauges and technology on the dash eyed me out the entire way, and I knew I was in dire need of some heavy techno training. Add a comment