It used to be the only cars worthy of sports car status were those limited to two seats—one for the driver and the other for a favorite companion. In the Eighties, however, practically every ...

It took me years to work up the courage to admit to my dad that I pretty much abused his car when I got my license. I had to, as his clutch gave up at around 60,000 miles (96,560 km), and he was ...