Our intrepid columnist finds out how hard making double doubles and fetching donuts can be

A road trip can be a great way to bond a family — but be prepared for a speed bump or two

Motoring isn’t good for the environment or your sanity. Is there a simple answer to this problem?

The consumer-facing side of the automotive business is huge — $8 billion — in Canada. So why aren’t dealerships doing their best to capitalize on our needs by giving us good service?

It wasn’t that long ago that drunk driving was treated with a wink and a nudge, but as a society we smartened up. It’s time to do the same for driving distractions. Let’s strengthen our slaps on the wrist into actual deterrents, and make pariahs of those caught yapping on phones, applying makeup or programming their GPS.

I knew I was in trouble when I looked right for the second time, foot already in transit between brake pedal and accelerator, and saw the black and white with the cherry on top parked half-way down the block.

As each summer wanes, I find myself thinking back on a lifetime of road trips, wondering what became of some of the people I met, not to mention some of the people I was with. I miss my grandfather, whose unflappableness always stood out in contrast with my grandmother’s, shall we say, more complex personality. I miss my uncomplicated youth, cheap gas, lax border security. I miss my mom.

There is a special bond between grandfathers and grandsons that transcends time. Age is just a number, right? Growing old might be mandatory but growing up is optional. And the truth is, our bodies age, not our spirits.