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By Brendan Alexander · Reviews · No Comments
We love our age-old and (un)duly weathered Ford as much as we love anything else in our lives, but when it came time to take our trip to San Francisco, we sagely opted to take out a much newer, much sweeter version of our Ford as much for review purposes as it was for our own comfort, convenience and overall peace of, um, woah, sleepy, hang on, zzzz.
By Brian White · Reviews · No Comments
The extent of my understanding of the Lincoln line of cars has historically been limited to the Towncars that have taken me to the airport and the limousines that have taken me almost nowhere, except for maybe a wayside place of unexpected fun here and there. When I took out the Lincoln MKZ for an exceptionally long drive, I was handicapped by my own inability to foster a preconceived notion, but I have to tell you, it’s a pretty nice car.
By Brian White · Reviews · No Comments
When I agreed to review the all-new Ford Edge, I wasn’t too excited about it. Sure, I come from a Ford family, own a Ford myself (my third, specifically,) and have was surprised when I reviewed the Eddie Bauer Explorer last year. This time, though, I was skeptical, hesitant, and fully ready to say something insulting… but I just can’t do it.
By Will Flaus · Reviews · No Comments
If you like music, and based on our demographic research, you do, you’re always looking for the next big thing. Maybe you’re like the masses and just want something sweet and easy to swallow, if such a metaphor can be extended to things going into your ear, or if you’re more of an elitist snob like me; you’re looking for the next unsung hero.
By Brian White · Reviews · No Comments
Last week I was convinced by my editor to take out a crossover SUV, and I have to tell you from the first second that this was entirely against my will. I love a muscle car as much as the next man, and a good, utilitarian car likewise, but a crossover is something I’ve never even pretended to have time for. This B9 Tribeca, however, blew off my socks, shoes, and even my calf-garters, which I’d not have otherwise admitted to.