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Road & Track June 2017

Road & Track includes technical features on automotive subjects, wide-ranging feature stories, spectacular automotive art and standard-setting new-car photography, humor, fiction, travel stories, book reviews and the most comprehensive racing coverage offered by a monthly magazine.Bonus: iPad Interactive

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3 min.

TAKE THE LONG WAY Pavement meanders through all 50 of these United States, from the hardwood forests of Vermont to the craggy coast of California’s Big Sur. Most of it goes somewhere; some of it goes nowhere. The roads on these pages are a few of our backcountry favorites. They’re not always the fastest way to travel on land—thank the interstate system for that. But they all beg to be explored. It’s going to be a long summer. Fill the tank and go. The Pacific Coast Highway. Cabrillo Highway. Shoreline Highway. Coast Highway. California State Route 1 wears several names over its 656-mile length. We’ve always liked the south–north route: Wind along the coast from L.A., duck inland to cross the Golden Gate, then wander through towering redwoods. Car culture wasn’t born…

4 min.

Dear R&T, “Jurassic World” [February] makes me want to take to the road on a Ural motorcycle. To have one of those carefree days of riding to nowhere in particular. Just the wind in your hair, bugs on your glasses, and the joy of open space. Sam Smith, thank you and cheers. Keep on with those peaty drinks. DAVID RODRIGUEZ, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA A well-written romp. I’d risk flaming lava to see those mountains for myself. The G-wagen wouldn’t be nearly as effective without that Stone Age ladder frame. My 2006 Durango was similarly built. Capable vehicle, but sadly no longer available, the name living on in a more carlike package. Sometimes progress isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. COLIN WALLACE WESTLOCK, ALBERTA If peaty scotch aids staggering realization and metaphor construction, what does…

2 min.
editor’s letter

SOMETIMES, YOU JUST WANT TO JUMP IN A CAR AND ESCAPE. It doesn’t matter where you’re headed. The point is to get away, clear your mind, and savor the curves of the road. It could be a fleeting evening respite from a stressful day at work or a weekend-long affair that quietly settles the soul. But the soothing effect is the same—the simple act of getting behind the wheel makes this welcome sojourn possible. As the editorial team put together this month’s issue, we reflected more than ever on not only the pleasure and satisfaction that driving brings to enthusiasts, but also the engaging worlds that our favorite cars open up. And while new, fast, high-performance machines are certainly a treat to experience, they’re by no means required and are often…

5 min.
race to the bottom

THE NO-QUESTION, hands-down worst part about breaking a race car is the bit where you sit there, strapped into the thing, waiting to be towed back to your trailer. You think about a lot of things, stuck there on the side of a racetrack. Mostly, you think about how you are an idiot. Conventional wisdom holds that sometimes, machines just break. This truth lives in an entirely separate reality from the bubble around your average racetrack, where everyone knows that broken race cars are always the driver’s fault. It doesn’t matter if the guy behind the wheel actually did anything wrong; everyone in the paddock will see that busted or crashed-up heap and choose the simplest answer: You dorked it. But that’s the sport. Racing is a responsibility sponge; it does nothing so well as…

13 min.
beast modes

“TAKE THIS ROAD,” my co-pilot urges. “I just know that it leads someplace good.” Chances are, she’s right. Nearly every road in the vicinity offers adventure. Chances are also high that the route will get us stuck. We’re in New Mexico, one of the few places in our overly civilized country that will defeat the average truck or SUV. For every paved road in the 121,590-square-mile state, there are dozens of dirt tracks that radiate away from the tarmac, an arterial system that runs over the meat and bones of a great, rugged beast of land. And although people come to the state expecting deserts, they’re often not ready for the 13,000-foot mountains, the jumbles of flattop mesas, the slick sandstone, or the face-slapping winds that blow down from the snow-capped…

8 min.
apocalypse now

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. It’s not only a cliché, it’s almost the default starting point when writing about a vehicle like this. The Ariel Nomad, with its armadillo profile, looks like the creation of a survivalist scrapper in humanity’s last outpost. It’s my goal, then, to explain the Nomad without mentioning the Z-word again. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Ariel Atom 3S, a 365-hp British go-kart with just enough structure to carry an engine, two passengers, and, astonishingly, a license plate. It’s raw and amazing, the perfect antidote to the typical modern automobile. Imagine an alternative. Like an Atom, but built sturdier, sprung softer, and suited to the kind of terrain that would leave the pavementoriented Ariel sitting in its own crankcase puddle. That’s the Ariel Nomad. Like the Atom, the Nomad sports the 2.4-liter inline-four…