Clanging Bell

New York or Verano? Buick gets the nod

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By Russ Heaps

(November 5, 2011) I was in New York City — NEW YORK CITY?— a couple of weeks ago. It's not my favorite place.

I know, I know, I should love it because it's the city that never sleeps, and there is soooo much to do there. The restaurants are wonderful, the pizza has no equal and the theater is the best in the world.

Off roading at the Medina River Ranch in Texas hill country with Nissan

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By Russ Heaps

(October 30, 2011) I don't get to off road nearly as much as I'd like.

Most years I'm invited to a couple of manufacturer events involving taking some all-new or redesigned 4x4 off pavement. It's not enough.

Just another travel day, but this one among 18-wheelers in an Audi A6

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By Russ Heaps

(October 19, 2011) In normal traffic conditions, it's about two hours from my back door in Greenville, S.C., to Atlanta's I-285 outer loop. It's another 30 minutes to the airport, yesterday's destination.

Not a terrible drive, the time passes quickly enough. For the most part the scenery is pretty with sufficient hills and curves to keep things at least a little interesting.

My driveway runneth over with politically correct motorized conveyances

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By Russ Heaps

(October 7, 2011) I am in Green Hell this week.

Well, not really, but I calculated that opening would grab your attention.

What I am in this week are two small economy cars whose makers tout them as eco friendly, or some equally annoying, "I heart the earth" characterization. Man, I am ever getting tired of the color green.

Driving through a lot of nothingness in a Ford F-150 King Ranch

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By Russ Heaps

(September 19, 2011) Did a seven-hour slog from Tucson to Los Lunas, New Mexico, on Saturday. I did this as a passenger. It's not often that happens.

Sometimes I like to just kick back and relax on a trip. I even had the opportunity to doze. It was quite a treat. I also resisted the urge to comment on my buddy's driving. At times we were going so slow, I thought we would go back in time.

Ciao, Aldo: Some random thoughts on the 2012 Fiat 500

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By Russ Heaps

(September 11, 2011) I am currently sporting around in the 2012 Fiat 500.

It may be the only one currently roaming the streets of Greenville, S.C., where I reside. I sure haven't seen another one.

Three desserts in one day; I blame Jeep

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By Russ Heaps

(August 14, 2011) I did something last Thursday that I haven't done in a very long time: I wolfed down three desserts.

I am having tub-o-lard remorse.

The scene of the crime was Jeep's media first drive for its 2012 Wrangler. I'd like to tell you about the vehicle, but relating my experience of the vehicle or the drive is embargoed -- that's journalist speak for "not for publication" -- for another week or so. You'll have to settle for reading about what I ate.

Listening to Clive Cussler from Toledo to Greenville

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By Russ Heaps

(August 9, 2011) I spent the bulk of Sunday driving south from Toledo to Greenville, SC. It's about 630 miles.

That's a distance maybe 50 miles shorter than my slogs from Greenville to Delray Beach, Fla. I think the Greenville to Delray Beach drive is easier; maybe because I have driven that round trip at least 10 or 12 times and the Toledo route just twice.

Putting to rest the myth that size doesn’t matter

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By Russ Heaps

(July 25, 2011) All my life I've tried to convince myself that size doesn't matter. I never quite believed the claim, but clung to the hope of it the way a shipwrecked sailor clings to an errant piece of flotsam.

But there is no question that in the world of vehicles, size very much matters. This is particularly true when attempting to shoehorn into a small parking space or you are called upon to transport your kid's soccer team to its next humiliating defeat.

Close your eyes, children, and I'll tell you a fairy tale: Corn ethanol can replace gasoline

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By Russ Heaps

(June 25, 2011) Right up there with Roger Patterson's Sasquatch film and Bernie Madoff's $50 billion ponzi scheme, one of the greatest scams ever perpetrated against the American public is corn ethanol.