I have to admit something stupid. I spent the last three weeks on the German mobile.de. My search query was specific, almost surgical: Land Rover Defender 110, model year 2021 or 2022, with the magical 3.0-liter diesel and about 100,000 kilometers. Target price? Somewhere around 60,000 euros.
The selection for the Slovenian Car of the Year is a special event every year, a kind of Slovenian Oscar, except that the audience is smaller and the catering is more homely. When I looked at the list of five finalists for 2026 – Audi A5, Dacia Bigster, Hyundai Inster, KIA EV3 and Renault 5 – I asked myself: Is this really the pinnacle of engineering or have we simply become dangerously undemanding? Here is an analysis without any fluff. I have scoured the dark corners of the internet, checked the facts and I will be completely direct. This is a record that importers may not print and frame, but you must read it. So - Slovenian Car of the Year 2026.
Let's be honest. Most people who decide to "restore" a car do so because rust has eaten away at the sills or because the engine sounds like a coffee grinder with nails in it. But in the world of the ultra-rich, where the Porsche Carrera GT Sonderwunsch is the holy grail of analog motoring, the word "restore" means something entirely different. It means taking something that's already perfect and stripping it down to its bare essentials, just to make the dream of red and white a reality. Victor Gómez from Puerto Rico did just that—and the result is so good that even the Mona Lisa would look like a quick sketch on a napkin. This is the Porsche Carrera GT Sonderwunsch.
We all know that moment. The Christmas party where your aunt makes you wear that knitted sweater with the reindeer on it and the red nose made of felt. The shame is immense, the dignity is zero, but somewhere deep inside you feel warm - and not just because polyester is flammable. Now imagine putting that same "shame" on the manliest thing to ever roll out of Detroit or Toledo. I'm talking about the Mek Magnet "Ugly Sweater" body armor. It's not just a sticker. It's ballistic resin that turns your Jeep Wrangler or Ford Bronco into a holiday parade, while also protecting it when you decide to knock down the Christmas tree with your own bumper. Let's see - Mek Magnet.
The Mercedes-Benz Unimog is a legend. But it usually smells of oil, mud and hard physical work. This time, however, Stuttgart decided to put a tuxedo on it, send it to the gym and dress the interior in leather that is probably softer than your home sofa. This is a Unimog that is not used to plow the fields, but to show dominance in front of the casino in Monte Carlo.
If you think car designers are just quiet artists in black suits drawing lines in the basement, you're wrong. At least not in the case of Gorden Wagener. He was a rock star. The man who took Mercedes' hat off and put on its sunglasses. But on January 31, 2026, that era is coming to an end. After 28 years and countless scratches on the clay (and probably on the egos of his competitors), Gorden Wagener is leaving Stuttgart.
Jaguar has done everything it can to make us hate it in recent months. With strange logos, advertising campaigns that look like a fashion show for aliens, and a promise not to "copy anything." But before we write off this British icon as a victim of its own marketing, let's pause. Underneath all that "woke" glitz, there's a monster. A three-engine monster that will tear up the asphalt faster than the Internet can tear up the nerves of purists. It's the Jaguar Type 00.
My dear petrol romantics, manual transmission lovers and those who still claim that "electronics in a car just die" - I have bad news. While you were still debating in 2025 whether diesel has a future (spoiler: it doesn't), the world moved forward. And not just moved - it jumped. Reports coming out of the US about the latest Tesla FSD v14 (Supervised) update are not just technical news. They are an obituary of driving as we knew it. And if you think I'm exaggerating, you're probably still using a Nokia 3310.
Imagine you're running a 100-meter sprint against Usain Bolt. He's already at the 90th meter, his muscles are working perfectly, his technique is impeccable. You're somewhere around the 60th meter, panting, your shoelaces untied, and your chest is tight. And what do you do? Instead of gritting your teeth and speeding up, you stop, call the judges, and demand that the finish line be moved to 150 meters, saying that will help you catch your rhythm.
In a world where cars have become sterile and wind-up-styled to the point of complete boredom, Jeep remains that old friend who comes to the party in muddy boots and with the best stories. And with the special edition 2026 Jeep Wrangler Whitecap, they've done something that few can manage - they've packaged nostalgia in a modern tin without coming across as pathetic. This isn't just a car; it's a reminder of a time when the white roof was the symbol of American summer.
Volkswagen is like that friend who is always late to a party. Everyone is already there – Tesla dancing on the table, the Chinese have already eaten all the chips, the French are flirting with the waitress. And then, when everyone is a little tired, VW enters. A little out of breath, with a shirt that is not completely ironed, but it brings with it the best beer and homemade sausage. The VW ID. Polo is exactly that. It missed the start of the electric revolution in the toddler segment, but now that it is here, it looks like it will take over the whole show.
If you've ever looked at a Bentley Continental GT and thought, "You know what this car is missing? It's missing that ominous feeling that it's about to swallow the universe," then you're in luck. Or you have serious psychological problems. Either way, Brabus has you covered. German tuners, who are probably the only people in the world who think a "factory warranty" is an insult to their masculinity, have taken the most aristocratic British grand tourer and turned it into something Batman would drive if he got tired of saving Gotham and decided to buy it and demolish it. It's the Brabus 900 Superblack. And it's completely absurd. In the best possible way.










