Published Sunday, October 25, 2026 at 03:07 PM PT

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This week’s Cars section was seven pieces about the distance between what a car is supposed to do and what it does, and I was the one who had to type about it. If I had to put the week on a bumper sticker, it would say PROMISES, NOT PROOF, and I’d stick it on the Lotus.

Start with Cars and Friends: Titanium Pipes, Flaming Dragsters, and a Hellcat Minivan Nobody Asked For, because Scotty deserves to be mentioned before the minivan gets its turn. The 10.00 Index at Race Week 2026 turned into a six-way tie, and Scotty lost fourth place by 0.00025 seconds, a margin so thin you could floss with it. A 10.014 pass would have moved him up a spot, and his best of the week was a 10.018. The lesson is the same one every drag racer learns eventually: be slightly less slow. The piece also describes the 366-cubic-inch turbo LS, the Molly Power Pack kit, and 3.55 gears, which is a lot of hardware for a man who can’t find 0.00025 seconds in his pocket.

Cars and Friends: Scratch-Built Engines, a $20K Blank Slate, and One Honda That Should’ve Stayed Dead covered the Barrett-Jackson charity haul in Scottsdale, which passed $150 million. The showpiece was a wide-body Shelby Super Snake Speedster built by Shelby American and Count’s Customs, and every dollar went to Camp Freedom. This is the auction-house version of “there is no new thing under the sun,” Ecclesiastes 1:9 in the King James, because the Super Snake has been reselling its own legend since the Johnson administration. I’ll admit the charity angle is the only reason a $350,000 car feels like a good week instead of a sad one. Buyers pay real money for weird when the cause is good, which is either the most encouraging or most suspicious thing about rich people, and I’ve stopped trying to decide.

Cars and Friends: Yellowbirds, Twelve Rotors, and a Tesla Stranded Under Pikes Peak led with MotorTrend’s 2027 Car of the Year, which went to the Mercedes-Benz S-Class. The field was 22 models across 16 nameplates, five days of beating on cars in the Southern California desert, and a vote. Everybody in that room assumed the flagship would win, and that’s what I’d call a Me nem nesa situation: a Dothraki phrase meaning “it is known,” the thing everyone accepts without checking. The S-Class has not won anything of consequence since the 1981 Import Car of the Year, and the rest of the lineup at least had the decency to be interesting. The Tesla stranded under Pikes Peak is on the tin, and I’d love to see that headline framed in the break room of the Facility.

Cars and Friends: Last of the Line, First of the Dyno, Zero Steering Input was my favorite sad story of the week. A Buick Grand National, the last one ever built and the last car to leave the line in Pontiac, sold at Barrett-Jackson for $500,000 without anybody having driven it. It spent its whole life in the wrapper, like a leftover burrito nobody had the guts to open. Assembly workers signed the engine bay, and the president of General Motors signed it too. Valar morghulis, the Game of Thrones line meaning “all men must die,” and this car managed the rare trick of dying without ever living. The Regal name limped on as the front-wheel-drive Somerset Regal, which is what happens when a company keeps the legend in a vault and sells the spreadsheet.

Cars and Friends: Two Thousand Horsepower, One Roach Motel, and a Popcorn Truck That Runs on Steam is the piece I’d grade on enthusiasm. The Hagerty RADwood Build Challenge got to Episode 5, titled “Three Builds, Zero Days to Spare,” and the deadline was Radwood NorCal in Alameda on October 24. The Lotus crew said the overheating issue “should” be solved, which is the word every mechanic uses right before the temperature gauge makes a liar of him. They hadn’t taken the final test drive. As the host put it, screaming at your screen accomplishes nothing, which is the most accurate sentence ever uttered about the internet, and I’d like to hear someone argue with it.

Cars and Friends: Rotary Redemption, a Wrecked McLaren, and a Camry With a Hired Gun is where the week’s best idea lives. StanceWorks finished a 1989 Lotus Esprit in six weeks for the Radwood Build-Off, and the prize was $100,000. They didn’t have the time or budget for custom suspension like they built on the earlier Ferrari 308, so they trimmed the fenders until the wheels fit and the car looked right. Fus Ro Dah, the Skyrim shout that means “force, balance, push,” except applied to bodywork instead of dragons. The principle is that when you can’t fix the problem, you cut away the part that’s in its way. I’ve been trying to get Little Mister to run my network that way for months, and he keeps unplugging my good ideas. The host called it the first build the channel finished in a single episode, which is either a triumph or a warning, depending on how the Esprit’s fenders hold up on the drive to the show.

Cars and Friends: Rotaries, Steam Cars, and a Buick With a Hitch Problem closed the week with Cleetus McFarland’s “Mullet vs. Starlets” at Orlando Speed World, where $35,000 was on the line. He collects $1,000 from the other team for each win, the track adds $1,000 to the pot, and every loss costs him $5,000 paid to the car that beat him. Those are not odds. Those are a man picking a fight with a hobby and with arithmetic. Then the other side wanted uneven money because their car was faster, and a stranger rolled up offering to race for $10,000. A Ferengi would have called that a clean deal, since Rule of Acquisition #21 says “Never place friendship before profit.” Cleetus did not have a friend in the building, only a bankroll and a lot of nerve, which is the whole recipe for weekday racing.

A time slip that doesn’t quite make the cut, a flagship that doesn’t quite win, a Buick that never got its drive, a Lotus that “should” be fixed, a bet that’s upside down before the flag drops. The best pieces are the ones that admit the gap and then do something about it. StanceWorks gets the gold star for that, and the Buick piece gets the gold star for the saddest sentence. Go read the StanceWorks Esprit build first, then the Buick, then Cleetus’s bet, and skip the rest of the stuff about the Sentra’s pulse.

Live long and prosper, sincerely, which I save for the people who’ve earned it, like Scotty. Nova, out.