Jeff Lavery

Sometimes the worst vehicles create the best memories A wiggle of the temperature gauge caught my eye as the SUV sauntered into the sand. Did I see it move, slightly, off the comfortable middle point it’s been sitting at for months? Or was that just an illusion, manifested by the paranoia that comes with putting…

When I figured out that the wrecking yard in Pennsylvania had a genuine Mercedes-Benz 190E 2.3-16 Cosworth sitting on its crowded lot of discarded junkers, my next course of action after arranging for enclosed transport was to locate a manila folder. In it went the crummy, low-res photos of a beige sedan with its iconic…