There's something in an underdog that really gets me rooting. Perhaps it's the fighter in them, an unrelenting, dogged tendency to refuse to stay put
Long before the secret world of closeted black gay men came to light in America, bestselling author E. Lynn Harris introduced a generation of black women to the phenomenon known as the "down low."
No point in being coy, Jaguar is wasting no time showing the world their technologically advanced engineering capabilities and performance attributes.
The Chevrolet Traverse is designed for the ego of the American family man. It can transport the same cargo as a minivan without calling to mind the term "soccer mom."
It is a sacrilege to think that the Hyundai Genesis coupe can be compared with such automotive all-stars as the Nissan 370Z, Chevrolet Camaro, Ford Mustang and Dodge Challenger.
I have a framed print of Clark Gable in the driver's seat of a Lincoln Zephyr, probably a 1939 or 1940. It's classic Gable -- stoic, looking forward, not giving a damn, in what was likely a paparazzi shot.
He met Michael Jackson face to face, and painted the King of Pop at his Neverland Ranch.
It was not spectacular, extravagant or bizarre. There were songs and tears but little dancing.