Even though I took a course in Early American Basket Weaving in college, I could use none of that knowledge. I would be writing about the automotive industry and culture he said. How could I say no? I couldn’t. Even though I spend my days as a mild mannered communications manager at one of the world’s largest tire manufacturers, I’ll now be sharing some of my experiences and opinions with the readers of EasyAutoSales.com. I appreciate the opportunity to contribute to the site, and know that we’ll all have some fun.

A little about me: I’ve been writing for the last dozen years or so, getting my start in radio as a host and promotions/marketing director. I moved into automotive journalism a few years later, and after several years as a writer and editor for such publications as Sports Car Market, Hemming’s and quite a few others, I was snagged by one of the oldest and largest tire manufacturers in the world to be their North American PR Manager.

I’ve had the pleasure of driving everything from a Beetle to a Bugatti Veyron, and have a soft spot in my heart for European classics such as Bristol, BMW and Mercedes Benz.

Please be sure to check back often for news, commentary and reviews of some of the most powerful, exotic and advanced automobiles available. We’ve got a lot to cover, so let’s go!

Joe

The two passenger car has anti-lock brakes, stability control and airbags. According to the magazine Canadian Driver, “Volkswagen says the One-Liter Car is as safe as a GT sports car registered for racing. With the aid of computer crash simulations, the car was designed with built-in crash tubes, pressure sensors for airbag control and front crumple zones.”

The car will be sold in limited production as early as 2010. Originally slated for 2012, the dramatic cost drop of carbon fiber in the past few years has brought the car into economic feasibility (about $55,000) much sooner than anticipated. As a daily commuter car, I can’t think of something more reasonable and practical, yet still novel and pretty cool!

Source: Wired