Jason Harper

Fields of Gold: Dreams of ol yeller while crusing in the Coswolds

Late June, and it’s raining incessantly in New York — and somehow the weather is better in the English countryside. I’ve been let loose on the narrow, narrow lanes in an Aston Martin DB9, in the Coswolds, north of London. It’s kind of like the Hamptons, only with more tea and crumpets, less beach. Here’s my story in photos — a day’s drive. (more…)

Keep your eye on the price, the earth

June 4 (Bloomberg) — I have become what I most hate. As the traffic light turns green on Manhattan’s Park Avenue I feather the gas pedal, softly rolling forward. Horns blare and yellow cabs swirl round my blue Ford like a river divided by a rock.

I coast the Fusion Hybrid to the next light, ignoring the invective directed at me, the maddeningly slow driver clogging up traffic.

But damn I’m getting good gas mileage. {TO read on Bloomberg News} (more…)