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  • I know that many of say you’ll ever be able to take Buick as seriously as BMW. But it’s worth noting that Buick is no longer building; nowadays, Buicks—and the Regal GS in particular—are tuned much more like Audis than the floaty lux-o-barges of our youth.

  • Yes, Mitsubishi still builds cars. Haven’t noticed? Perhaps that’s because, aside from the mighty EVO, Mitsu’s products have been rather unremarkable in recent years. But alas, the massive Japan-based automobile and electronics manufacturer is still making cars, and the redesigned Outlander GT crossover is the freshest of the lot. So while I’m not so fond of its “Marty the Martian” face or its porky body, I decided to give it a chance to win me over with its spacious cabin, bevy of new safety and convenience features and supposed quality improvements.

  • Everyone I know loves the yummy Porsche Cayman. And nearly everyone I know loves convertibles, especially in sunny South Florida. So it’s confounding to me that people do not love the Cayman roadster. It’s probably because—and only because—it’s called the Boxster, which was once regarded as the “poor man’s Carrera.” And no one—especially we image conscious gays—want to be seen in a poor man’s anything.

  • Ok queens (and lesbians—how you doin?), I’ve decided I have too many friends who are very interesting people, but who drive very boring cars. Yes, Altima, Camry, and Passat drivers, I’m talking to you. The Mazda 6 is what you should be driving here in 2014.

  • Like a drag queen throwing a spiral, Kia almost universally surprises its audience. Especially when the Kia in question is one of its high-zoot models like the Cadenza, the next-rung-up model above the popular Optima sedan. The Cadenza’s design is decidedly elegant, with LED lights front and rear and, on Limited models, gleaming multi-spoke 19-inch wheels. My tester was rendered in a delicious brown metallic paint that would garner plenty of compliments on a Bentley, let alone a Kia. They could have sweated certain details a little more, like adding grippy material inside the cupholders and making both front seats heated and cooled, not just the driver’s seat.

  • ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) — Anchorage Assembly members have passed an ordinance making it illegal in the city to discriminate on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity.

  • Some cars make me feel mischievous, some make me feel badass, and some, like this week’s Mercedes-Benz SL550 test car, make me feel rich, like Beverly Hills housewife rich, black Amex rich, my-200-foot-yacht-is-currently-docked-in-Monte-Carlo rich.

  • Winner: 2014 Cadillac ELR

  • By now, you may have heard that diesels are back in force and better than ever. Coincidentally, for 2015, the VW Golf is back — all-new for 2015 — and is also better than ever.

  • Winner: 2015 Volvo V60 R-Design

  • Gays love BMWs. And I’m gay. And as a bit of a contrarian, I also love wagons.

  • To some, it’s America’s automotive sweetheart, while to others, it’s a mid-life crisis on wheels. To car guys, it’s one of the world’s best sports cars, while others see it as a pretentious dick-size compensation device. As a person who reviews cars for a living, I see it—as do many of my fellow car journos, gay and straight—as the most impressive new automobile of 2014. I’m talking about the bawdy, bitchy and brutally fast Chevy Corvette Stingray.

    While its new styling is unmistakably Corvette, it has been genetically spliced with exotic Italian DNA, with its long, beveled hood, angular body sides, and a bad boy backside with huge, can-sized quad exhaust pipes poking out from below. Especially in the searing Torch Red adorning my convertible test vehicle, the ‘Vette looks a whole like a Ferrari, and that’s no accident.

    It drives like one, too. All new Corvette Stingrays are powered by the same, inappropriately loud, 450-hp V-8, with excellent manual and automatic transmissions doing the shifting (I prefer the manual). They’re not just fast in a straight line, either: brilliant steering and scintillating handling make bombing along LA’s Mulholland Drive just as enjoyable as bursting from stoplight to stoplight along Las Olas. It is fast everywhere, a license-eater if ever there was one.

    Fortunately, the ‘Vette is marvelous even idling in a parking lot, with the huge V-8 rumbling beneath you, tickling your naughty parts while you savor its world class interior, the first time since the 60s that its interior could be characterized as such. The Tron-inspired décor and computerized gauge cluster are more science fiction than Euro-chic, but most of the materials used match the stuff found in similarly pricey sports cars from Porsche, Audi and Mercedes-Benz. The seats are body-hugging buckets that shame the floppy lounge chairs found in prior models, and there are not one, but two low-mounted “oh-shit!” handles for the passenger. And they’re going to need them, at least with someone like me at the wheel.

    The Corvette has a practical side, too, with hatchback models offering Costco-trip cargo space, and even the convertible boasting a broad, capacious trunk. And did you see that fuel economy? It’s no Prius, but for a car with such a huge V-8, it’s pretty stellar. And unlike the Prius, it can get you laid. Trust me.

    If there’s one problem with driving a Corvette, it’s other people. Apparently, nothing brings out the asshole in some drivers like seeing a red Corvette—that they’re not in. No matter how deferent I was driving down the street in this car, or how much I smiled at other drivers, I was constantly being cut off, blocked from merging, whatever.

    Anecdotally, I’ve found that we gays appear split into three camps: clueless haters, obsessed maniacs and guys who pretend to be haters but secretly are obsessed maniacs. I can’t speak to the first camp because they’ll never understand, but to the latter, I can say that your obsession is fully justified: the new ‘Vette is absolutely terrific.

    By The Numbers

    Renowned automotive journalist and gay car geek Steve Siler has turned his life-long love of cars into an enthusiastic career traveling the world to report on new automobiles as they are introduced. Siler pioneered automotive writing for the LGBT community in the late 1990s and is a regular contributor to Car and Driver Magazine,, AOL Autos, Yahoo! Autos, and the New York Daily News. You can follow his musings @silerroad on Twitter.

  • We gays love our Jeeps. Whether it be a classy Grand Cherokee or a door-less, ragtop Wrangler, there’s something masculine and cool and eminently Gay-chic about owning a Jeep. That said, there’s a lot of space between those two vehicles, which Jeep is filling with its new Cherokee compact crossover.

  • Audi is sort of the golden boy of the LGBT crowd — ever dapper, always design-ey, with German car cache and just enough luxury. It’s style with restraint, satisfaction without showiness. But did you know that Audi actually owns Lamborghini—yes, that Lamborghini, and that its R8 sports car is basically a Lamborghini Gallardo in Audi regalia? That’s like finding out David Beckham really is a superhero.

  • We all know what a BMW is. Some of us also know what a BMW 4-Series is — if you don’t, think 3-Series, only with a wider, lower-slung body and just two doors. But what the hell is a “Gran Coupe?”

  • Cadillac can be credited with helping make the luxury SUV a thing back in late 1990s when it created the Escalade out of a workaday Chevy Tahoe. Everyone from haughty horse owners to rap stars rejoiced. Thing is, a bouncy, trucky Tahoe always lurked not to far beneath the Escalade’s shiny, chrome-drenched surface. And with competitive lux-u-vees like the Range Rover, BMW X5, and Volvo XC90 getting nicer and nicer these days, the redesigned-for-2015 Escalade really had to, as the kids say, bring it this time.

  • I’m a sucker for a pretty face. And with its clean grille and Audi A5-like LED running lights, the all-new 2015 Chrysler 200’s face definitely qualifies as pretty. The 200 has a good body and great ass, too, if I may go there.

  • In a recent issue, we featured the latest version of America’s sweetheart. No, I’m not talking about Taylor Swift, but rather, the 2015 Ford Mustang GT. But the Mustang is not the only American muscle machine out there. Dodge’s Challenger can be seen as even hairier-chested than Ford’s perennial pony car, and particularly with its refreshed styling and new-for-15 R/T Scat Pack trim, it’s out for blood.

  • If you like body hair (this includes you, ladies), the redesigned 2015 Dodge Charger may be right up your alley, or more aptly, right up your driveway. No, the car isn’t hairy — anywhere — though higher trims do wear lots of leather and metal cuffs in places you can’t see from the outside. But what an outside: with its stern, square-jawed new mug and big, strapping full-size sedan body, this is the kind of car only a carmaker as god-damn-‘Murican as Dodge could build.

  • When Size Really Matters

  • I’m asked all the time about hybrids, and frankly, I find them hard to love (especially the Prius). Plug-ins, on the other hand, including the Chevy Volt and this car, the Ford Fusion Energi, actually work for me. Why? Because you can drive them around as electric cars for most of the day (up to 24 miles in the case of the Fusion Energi), and when the juice runs out, you continue on your merry way sipping gas. Range anxiety…what’s that? Seriously, plug-ins are the best of both worlds.

  • There is no car so loved by Americans, make that ‘Murrrricans, as the Ford Mustang. And for 2015, just as the perennial pony car celebrated its 50th birthday, it has been redesigned and reengineered into the best damn pony car in history, or at least the best damn pony car with Bluetooth, navigation, and other nods to modernity that the car’s father, Lee Iacocca, could never have conceived of back in 1964.

  • A few weeks ago, I reviewed the handsome new 2015 Ford Expedition, which got a mild refresh and a great new turbocharged engine to bring it back to the top of its game. This week, I’m in its leather-lined fraternal twin, the Lincoln Navigator.

  • I love weird shit, weird people, and especially weird cars. And the Nissan Juke NISMO RS is about as weird as cars get these days. Just like your nephew that dresses up as Thor and believes it, this Napoleonic runabout thinks it’s a freakin’ GT-R, and I’m not about to tell it it’s not.

  • Like many of us gays, I’m a bit of a contrarian by nature: if everyone is wearing slacks, I want to wear jeans; if everyone is going scruffy, I kinda like being smooth. And alas, while most people prefer to drive sedans and SUVs, I am all about stylish wagons. I prefer low-slung, sporty wags, but I’ll take a wagon in any form I can find it, and the latest new wagon to hit the market is the all-new 2015 Subaru Outback.

  • More proof that sexy things do indeed come in small packages

  • This sure ain’t Grandma’s car.

  • Less Runt, More Grunt: the Butchest Fiat Yet.

  • The Marrying Type

  • It’s so pretty.

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