John Coyle

“And you get paid for that?” Since I’ve been writing about cars, I’ve heard that phrase plenty of times. And damn, did I hear it a lot over the past few days. But that’s going to happen when you’re at your friend’s birthday party and you get to answer the innocuous “so how was your […] More »

Despite trying to stick to the speed limit, we got pulled over and fined after every toll plaza on the highway. Given that all the fines were due immediately, with cash, you can bet that most of the money was never actually turned over to the local governments.

The assembled cars took turns tearing down the strip the way kids take turns with a swing set at recess, and it’s safe to say everyone felt ten years old.

Despite the debauchery of the flight, Gumball Air arrived safely in Scotland, and even amidst the persistent partying, I was able to catch some shuteye—probably because I’m acclimated to a fair degree of degeneracy, but I’ve spent most of this week tired enough that I could fall asleep if I were being set on fire.

Gumball Air flight OR7682 from JFK to Prestwick was the first time since the driver’s meeting that the entire rally had been in one place simultaneously. The stewardesses did get a great picture with Eve, but let’s hope they got hazard pay too. I had the good luck to have found a seat across the […] More »

The route from Atlanta to New York City called for Gumballers to drive nearly 900 miles in a single day, and I’m proud to say Team AnastasiaDate.com did it. Including some necessary—and a few totally unnecessary stops—the journey took the purple Gallardo and the Mercedes-Benz support van a whopping 16 and a half hours.

If you think a 550-horsepower Italian supercar and a lead-footed lady can make the Florida and Georgia sticks a little more interesting, you’d be right.