Testing and tasting Atlantic Canada . . . on wheels
The first time I ever drove into Detroit was in the spring of 1982 behind the wheel of the propane-powered 1982 Checker taxicab we had
I’d been harbouring a nasty fear since committing to take on the challenge to halve the existing 56-day driving record between the bottom and top
March 8, 1992… Glasgow, Scotland Click here for Part 1 of this story. “So you have had quite a history on the road setting
March 9, 1992… Glasgow, Scotland He had a diamond stud in one of his ears. “What’s the quickest way to get to the BBC
November 1990, Reykjavik, Iceland… The polite concierge at the stylish Hotel Borg warned me: “Thursday night in Reykjavik is ladies’ night out.” This certainly didn’t
*Text and photos by Garry Sowerby When you’ve owned a vehicle for more than 37 years, it feels like family. When it’s
“What is your favourite road?” It’s a big question, considering the driving I’ve done over the decades, but one that I get asked often. The
I’d been trying to sleep but the scorching sun blazing through the side window of my then-new 1988 GMC Sierra pick-up made sure it was
At a convention for Guinness World Record holders, Garry is propositioned (or so he thinks), meets a giant and breaks a finger. What happens at
In 1995, in the early days of the Information Highway, we set out on a month-long expedition to document a day in the life of
