By Charles Krome
According to my handy New Shorter Oxford English Dictionary (Thumb Index Edition), the word “evoke” means “call into being or activate (a memory, image, feeling, etc.).”
Here, I’ll use it in a sentence: When I first heard about the new Range Rover, it evoked the image of a sleek, angular high-performance luxury coupe with a retractable hardtop and a supercharged 405-hp Northstar V8.
But that’s probably because the name of what’s going to be the “smallest, lightest and most fuel-efficient Range Rover ever produced,” the vehicle that Land Rover’s design director called “a bold evolution of Range Rover design,” will be called the “Evoque” when it launches in 2011; the groundbreaking Cadillac concept vehicle that was introduced at the 1999 North American International Auto Show, the one that eventually morphed into the Cadillac XLR, that car was called the “Evoq.”
By Chris Haak
The Kia Sportage was among my least-favorite new cars to review during my four years of writing for this site. I didn’t like the way the thing smelled, hated the way it looked, was underwhelmed by its tepid V6 acceleration, and thought the interior was exceedingly cheap, with hard plastic everywhere. In short, while basically all new vehicles are pretty good cars, some are only borderline good, and perhaps more mediocre. The Sportage was one of those mediocre ones. In fact, while we’ve seen the 2011 Sportage at the 2010 New York Auto Show, the current 2010 model is basically carryover from the one I reviewed two years ago.
Why am I telling you about the Sportage when I am reviewing the all-new 2010 Hyundai Tucson? Because the oldTucson, which wrapped up its production run with the 2009 model year, shared more than a few parts with the Sportage. It’s really quite easy to see the resemblance between the two vehicles. Although I didn’t ever drive a first-generation Hyundai Tucson, memories of my week with the Sportage remind me just how large the leaps and bounds are that this company takes for its products from one generation to the next.
By James Wong
I would be in trouble if I hadn’t realised this earlier. But I think there are many more out there who haven’t, and who are continually spending more and more money. Consumerism has become the economic engine of the world, but it is also a problem that might not have a turnaround if we don’t chart a course for its remedy. So what does this have to do with cars, you may ask. Actually, the car world is one of the biggest expressions of consumerism.
Just a few weeks ago, my dad took delivery of his new car. We were pondering for at least a few months whether we even needed this new car, because we were actually pretty happy with what we already had. However, driven by the itch to spend on something, and the desire to attain something of a higher status, we made the plunge and invested heavily in a new car. The decision felt like a good one when we were about to make it, but after making it and taking delivery, a tinge of ‘Why did we buy it?’ started to creep up inside me. Sure, it is a nice car and it does its job well… But what can it do that a car half its price cannot? Nothing much actually.
By James Wong
The brief: to drive a couple of Porsches around the Changi Exhibition Centre (basically a big, wide open tarmac area that makes the imagination of any driver go wild) for one whole day.
Stopping short of frothing at the mouth at the prospect of this itinerary, I immediately signed up.
I had an early rise to the day and went in my most comfortable clothes and shoes. Arriving slightly later than the prescribed time of 9am, the long lonely road into the Centre prepared me for what was to come for the rest of the day. It is a road and an area that is closed to the public, so there is nobody to disrupt your driving, and best of all, for once on Singapore roads, I was on a road that is completely devoid of road hoggers. Bliss.
By Charles Krome
I’m not going to waste too much time (or bandwidth) on introductions, but here’s one important tidbit about life in the Krome lane: During my formative years in the early 1970s, my father had a passion for British roadsters, a sickness that culminated in his Lotus Elan.
Dad would drop the top on the bright-yellow Lotus—sporting a thick racing stripe down the hood in British Racing Green, of course—stuff my brother and me into the spaces behind the front seats and take to the highway. There, my bro and I would stand up and wave our arms around in the car’s slipstream while dad terrorized other motorists at 100 mph or so.
Needless to say, I had my hopes set pretty high during the long countdown to my 16th birthday. I was thinking MGB or maybe a Midget—but it turns out my father was thinking Volvo. A 1970-ish Volvo 142 to be exact.