You Are What You Drive

At a Los Angeles intersection, a 1964 Impala lowrider floats on hydraulics, chrome flake shimmering like fish scales in the sun. To its left, a white Tesla with a meek sticker: “I bought it before he went crazy.” To its right, a Lamborghini Murciélago in Verde Ithaca, twelve cylinders erupting through the exhaust. The Impala is inheritance on wheels, wire rims, candy paint, and cultural preservation. The Tesla hums with fading virtue. Once a badge of conscious futurism, it is now racked by liability, shackled to its maker’s politics. The Lamborghini is magnificent in itself, a masterpiece of carbon and combustion. Yet in this scene it registers as theater, money’s operetta in Italian. In a culture that pretends to have moved past symbols, the car remains autobiography in motion.

Post-materialism promised sameness: billionaires in hoodies, feeds stripped of ornament, swipe-culture democracy. Yet the road refuses flattening. When every phone is just a glass tile and $2,000 hoodies look like the ones at Walmart, the car stays stubbornly expressive. It is the second-most expensive thing most Americans ever buy, and, unlike homes, we bring it to work with us. Every commute is performance. Every driveway, a declaration. The car tells on us.

Thorstein Veblen saw this more than a century ago. A Veblen good is a paradox: its value rises not despite its high price, but because of it. As a paradox, pure Veblen goods don’t truly exist outside of a five-hundred-dollar bill encased in acrylic, a treasure defined entirely by its own uselessness. Keep it sealed and it mocks you, but try to break it out and you’ll destroy it. Cars, anything beyond the most basic ones, are certainly Veblen goods: luxuries, not necessities. Every person driving today could meet their needs with a 1993 Honda Accord: modern safety equipment, heat and A/C, even power windows and cruise control. Everything beyond this is luxury: expense made visible, status rendered in steel and glass.

David Gartman charted three phases of car culture. First came class distinction: in the early twentieth century, mere ownership was status enough. Then the mass-market era, when make and model divided the bourgeois from the working class. And now, in the U.S. today: lifestyle allegiance.

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Ode to the Button

The Mercedes W140 S-Class is button ecstasy

Once dismissed as old-fashioned, tactile switches and knobs are being celebrated again for their practicality and for keeping drivers safer. Studies show how dangerous touch-only interfaces can be, and those vast screens were often less design than accounting, a cost-cutting move disguised as luxury. Automakers from Volkswagen to Ferrari are retreating, regulators are pressing back, and buttons are returning to the driver’s seat.

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Unsafe at Any Speed: Performance Without Intent

Ralph Nader warned us about style without safety. History is rhyming as automakers fight to the death over which one can build the most powerful, fastest accelerating crossover that gets 229 miles to a charge. Tesla’s cheap shot made great internet: a Cybertruck dragging a 911 on a trailer on a strip next to a second 911. Tree goes green, the stainless doorstop wins, twitter goes nuts. Of course that was the Cybertruck “Cyberbeast” (gag), the top trim, and the 911 was a base model. Try towing in the real world and watch the Tesla’s range plummet into double digits.

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Cadillac’s Blackwing Could Have Been the Future

How a Bespoke V8 Died Before It Lived

Cadillac’s Blackwing V8 was a statement of intent. Unveiled in March 2018 for the 2019 CT6 V‑Sport at the New York auto show, the 4.2‑liter twin‑turbocharged RPO LTA was the first clean‑sheet, Cadillac‑exclusive DOHC V8 since the Northstar family that bowed in the early 1990s and ended production after 2011. In an age of downsizing and crossover logic, Cadillac invested in a bespoke V8 to reclaim space among the world’s great luxury marques. The engine was meant to be the CT6’s heart, hand‑built by a single technician at GM’s Performance Build Center inside the Bowling Green Assembly complex in Kentucky, with the builder’s signature on the intercooler cover to make the point. With it, Cadillac signaled that it could still run with AMG and BMW on engineering, not just marketing. Enthusiasts and engineers had reason to be optimistic; here was an American luxury brand reviving the art of a sophisticated, reverse‑flow, hot‑V twin‑turbo V8 aimed straight at the autobahn crowd. Cadillac even gave it a proper name, Blackwing, and for the brief moment it was allowed to shine the engine delivered on the promise.

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Have You Ever Seen Anything as Lovely as a Citroën DS Décapotable?

The most beautiful French car of the postwar era is the Citroën DS Décapotable by Henri Chapron. The DS itself, unveiled at the 1955 Paris Motor Show, was already a revolution in form and technology. Aerodynamic and futuristic, it drew 12,000 orders on its first day. Roland Barthes called it “a change in the mythology of cars,” and decades later an international jury would name it the most beautiful car of all time. That acclaim was for the sedan, but the four-door was only half of Bertoni’s vision.

In Chapron’s hands the DS became whole. The Décapotable’s handmade doors were lengthened by four inches to balance the profile once the rear doors and B-pillars were gone. The one-piece rear quarter panels, reshaped tail, and lightweight fiberglass boot lid created a smooth taper that allowed the eye to travel uninterrupted from the low, raked windscreen to the trailing edge of the car. Reinforced sills and underbody bracing preserved the car’s structural integrity, ensuring the famous hydropneumatic suspension still delivered its level, unruffled ride. The proportions became classical without losing their modernity. Only 1,365 were built between 1960 and 1971, each hand-finished with bespoke trim in a choice of fifteen paints, thirteen leather colors, and three carpet hues. Seen with the roof stowed, a DS Décapotable is a finished composition in a way the sedan could only hint at.

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America’s Lexus: The California-Born Lexus SC is the Hidden Bargain in Japanese Sport Coupes

It is a popular myth that the order is reversed, but the sleek Lexus SC300, SC400, and Z30 Toyota Soarer was a halo car so well realized that Toyota’s sports-car division later borrowed its subframes, suspension, and powertrain for the MkIV Supra. Owned by personalities as varied as the Notorious B.I.G. (who preferred to be chauffeured in the passenger seat), Wayne Newton, and Bill Gates, the Lexus SC400 was recognized by the automotive press and celebrities alike as a world-beater.

That’ll be a hundred grand

From the Nissan 300ZX Twin Turbo ($29,000), to the Mazda RX-7 FD ($40,000–$60,000), to the *base* MkIV Supra ($65,000) and the Supra Turbo ($97,000+), Japanese sports coupes from the 1990s are having a moment in 2025. Some would call it a bubble. At the lower end of the market, there is the base model Z32 300ZX, which goes for $14,000, the Mitsubishi 3000GT SL and its “American” cousin the Dodge Stealth base model, which can be had for under ten grand. Two choices for AWD are the 3000GT VR-4 or the Stealth R/T, both of which trade for $20,000–$40,000 and up.  

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The Absurdity Index

Welcome to the place where logic breaks down, not with a bang but with $500 bottles of brake fluid (Rolls SZ) and the vague smell of an overheated AMEX Centurion. The below cars are not “bad cars” in the normal sense; they’re proof that the right combination of hubris, panic, and corporate disarray can move mountains, or at least a few tons of Connolly leather and steel. This is the Absurdity Index, where deeply strange automotive decisions in the luxury segment finally get their due.

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Mercedes W140: The Last Heirloom Luxury Car

The late Bruno Sacco and what many consider to be his magnum opus

I. Defending the Throne

By the late 1980s, Mercedes-Benz had little to prove. The W126 S-Class was the standard. No rival matched its presence, durability, or numbers. The idea that Stuttgart could be blindsided seemed far-fetched—until BMW changed everything.

Subtle German piece on the E32 vs W126

BMW’s E32 7 Series arrived in 1986. A year later, the 750iL dropped: Germany’s first postwar V12 sedan, and a shot straight at Stuttgart. The effect was immediate and deeply personal. Mercedes-Benz was caught flat-footed by Munich’s boldness, and by how much ground BMW covered in a single move.

1988 BMW 750iL

With the W140’s development nearly finished, Stuttgart abruptly shifted into crisis mode. Deadlines slipped by a year or more, and the planned 1989 debut was pushed all the way to 1991. The reason was obvious: Mercedes refused to arrive without a direct counter to BMW’s Zwölfzylinder. The scramble was total, with an all-new 6.0-liter M120 V12 and rapid reengineering of almost every major system. Costs surged past 1.5 billion Deutsche Marks.

Early W140 prototy—I mean Lexus LS400

The consequences were immediate. Instead of launching in 1989 alongside the Lexus LS400, whose design hinted at corporate espionage, the new S-Class appeared five years after the E32 and four years after the 750iL. For Mercedes dealers, it was painful to watch rival innovations pass them by: Toyota’s obsessive refinement, BMW’s headline-grabbing technology, Jaguar’s XJ40, and even incremental advances from Cadillac and Lincoln. The S-Class had always been the future. For the first time, it was playing catch-up.

Early tests of the W140 against the E32 were far from definitive

The brief had shifted only slightly. The goal was now to retake the crown, not simply defend it. By late 1987, the design was locked. When the W140 debuted in 1991, it was heavier, more complex, and more expensive than any Mercedes before it. It was built to make Munich’s breakthrough feel like old news.

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Gatekeeping: Profits Will Save the Manuals

Mechanical intimacy is on its death bed, but the balance sheet is going to save it

The 2006 Ferrari 599 Fiorano with a gated manual cost an inflation-adjusted $475,000—the right one will now fetch nearly double that

I. Where have all the manuals gone?

If you’ve never shifted a manual transmission in anger, it may be difficult to understand what the fuss is all about. A properly executed heel-toe downshift is earned—a tactile reward that people now pay a premium for in the age of performative electric car “shifts” and CVTs with pantomimed gear ratios. Manuals are slower, less forgiving of mistakes, and, especially in the case of gated manuals, ornamental more than functional. Yet their presence on the most expensive sports cars of the 20th and early 21st centuries presaged the current market for all manual transmission cars. The manual no longer exists to provide the fastest acceleration; instead, it signals intentionality—a preference for “mechanical intimacy” over outright speed.

The thrill of a perfect upshift, the ritual of winding a vintage Omega Speedmaster, the intentional pull of a shot from a La Pavoni, or the meditative process of cleaning and filling a Montblanc 149 are all rooted in a satisfaction that arises from direct, analog interaction. These experiences form a connection to the underlying craft, something that sterile, digital interfaces—like a smudged piano-black steering wheel control—cannot reproduce. Your actions have direct consequences in a way that they do not when you accelerate in an electric car, pick your Apple Watch up off its charger, press a button on a Breville, or simply pick up a new Pilot G2.

Raw speed has become ubiquitous and, at the top end, almost irrelevant. A 2024 Honda Odyssey is quicker to sixty than any Ferrari 308 ever made, just as a microwave cooks a steak faster than a charcoal grill. The Porsche Taycan Turbo GT Weissach’s 1.77-second sprint and low-9-second quarter mile outpace any supercar or hypercar ever built, but for many enthusiasts, a slower, manual-equipped Porsche GT3 Touring or Ferrari 550 Maranello holds infinitely more appeal. This desire for mechanical intimacy—a nearly physiological pleasure in the operation of precise, analog machinery—has led to a renaissance in demand for tactile interfaces, from stick shifts to lever espresso machines. The reward is psychological as much as it is physical, something no number of programmable drive modes can replace.

Manual transmission sales, having dipped to just 0.9% of new cars in 2021, have since doubled. Manuals now stand out, not as a cost-saving measure, but as a distinguishing mark of enthusiast cars in a landscape of haptic feedback and dual-clutch automation. Ferrari has floated the possibility of reviving the manual in its multi-million-dollar Icona line, and Porsche has raised the price of the manual GT3 Touring by $80,000 in seven years. The post-COVID car bubble brought oddities: manual 911s built since 2020 have barely depreciated and are frequently marked up by tens of thousands over sticker. The GT3RS, only available with PDK since the 991.1, often brings $500,000 or more—well above its $241,300 base price.

If you want a new Ferrari, a Roma, 296, or SF90 can be had near MSRP, but only with paddle shifters. The real drama lies in the pre-owned market, where the last manual V12 Ferrari—the 2006–2012 599GTB Fiorano—has climbed from an original $475,000–$500,000 new to between $600,000 and $880,000 today, a real appreciation of over a quarter million dollars. This reversal is a market verdict on the enduring value of participation and engagement over pure metrics. Ferrari is now rumored to be reintroducing its iconic gated manual, suitably, on its Icona line of supercars—at $2M and up. Future hopeful Ferrari buyers, even of used cars, are thus essentially shut out completely from its manual transmission cars unless they have at least $300k ready to spend.

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The BMW 750iL Changed Everything

BMW’s V12 flagship didn’t just shock the establishment—it rewrote the rules

Bookends: the final (G12 M760Li) the first generation (E32 750iL) BMW V12 flagships

I. Speak Softly and Carry More Cylinders

BMW, a company known for well-made sports sedans, so thoroughly shocked the system with its new V12 and 750i/750iL (L for long wheelbase) that Mercedes delayed its new S-Class—taking an agonizing four years to respond. The undisputed elite, Rolls-Royce and Bentley, stuck to their tried-and-true formulas through 1998, arguably leading to their acquisition by BMW and Volkswagen Group, respectively, by the end of the 20th century. Jaguar found itself utterly outclassed. Aston Martin’s bizarre Lagonda sedan was a technological dead end (the 750iL walked all over it as well). And the Americans? Well, they hadn’t been true players in this game since the 1950s—Cadillac had long since abdicated the ultra-luxury throne to become a mere footnote, and Lincoln was busy churning out Town Cars for limo duty. Make no mistake—the 1988 BMW 750iL changed everything that makes a luxury flagship, and its influence on what modern luxury means cannot be overstated, 38 years and counting later.

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