Let's be honest: until yesterday, motorcycle navigation seemed like a scene from a comedy of errors. You have three options: either tape a phone to your handlebars and it shakes like it's cold; listen to a voice in your earpiece yelling "TURN LEFT NOW" at 130 km/h when you're already past an exit; or use the old method - stopping at every other intersection and arguing with your passenger. But now the Swiss and Indians have come up with a solution that looks like it was stolen from Tony Stark's lab. It's the TVS Aegis Rider Vision Helmet.
In February, I'm going to Zagreb to test Tesla's FSD (Full Self-Driving) - what I've been waiting for since the legendary Knight Rider series. A car that finally drives itself. Remember when I wrote a few days ago that Porsche is dead? Many of you jumped into the air, saying that I have no idea about "driving pleasure" and "the smell of gasoline". Let me explain why the reason for the death of this icon is not that they don't know how to build a good chassis. The reason is that their business model has become irrelevant - completely overrun. Porsche sells you the illusion that you are a racer. Tesla sells you the truth: that you are completely unnecessary as a driver. Let me explain. Why your grandchildren will view driving as horse riding.
Let's face it, Lexus is a brand for people who order room temperature water at a restaurant. They're reliable, comfortable, and as quiet as a librarian in slippers. But every now and then, something strange happens in the basement of a Toyota factory. Engineers apparently break into the sake cabinet, watch too many episodes of "The Fast and the Furious," and create something that makes no sense at all, but is also absolutely fantastic. Introducing the Lexus RZ 600e F SPORT Performance. A car that looks like it wants to beat your Tesla on the school playground. And guess what? It might even succeed.
If I see another "reimagined" Porsche 911 with quilted leather and the price of a small island, I'm probably going to puke. Seriously. The restomod world has become so saturated with German bugs that it's almost vulgar. But just when I thought the rich had run out of imagination, along comes the Encor Series 1. A car that takes the legendary Lotus Esprit, strips it of its British tendency to decay, and adds what it always needed—modern engineering and a carbon diet.
Porsche has announced a drop in profits. And not the kind of "statistical error" drop, but the kind that sets off alarms in boards of directors and quiet panic among shareholders. They may be drinking tranquilizers in Stuttgart, but the real trauma is actually taking place in Slovenian living rooms. Why? Because for the average Slovenian, Germany is still the promised land. It is our industrial "Father", our model of order, discipline and engineering superiority. If Porsche falls, if the symbol of German power falls, then our worldview is also shaken.
Most electric cars have the charisma of a white-goods car. They're efficient, quiet, and save the planet, but when you step on the gas, you feel like you're driving a very expensive hand blender. Boring. And then there's Mate Rimac. A man who looked at the laws of physics, frowned, and said, "No thanks." The Rimac Nevera R Founder's Edition is not a car. It's an engineering excess wrapped in carbon fiber, designed solely to make rich people scream in horror and delight at the same time.
Marc Márquez finally silenced the critics in 2025, winning his seventh premier class title and proving that the switch from Honda to Ducati was not just a whim of a desperate genius. And because Italians wouldn't be Italians if they didn't turn every victory into an opportunity to empty the bank accounts of the super-rich, here is the Ducati Panigale V4 Márquez 2025 Replica. A bike that's faster than your mind and more expensive than your dignity.
If you've ever been stuck in traffic and wondered if it would be socially acceptable to climb over a concrete fence and disappear into the wilderness, Jeep just made the car for your midlife crisis. The 2026 Jeep Gladiator Shadow Ops isn't just another sticker on a tin; it's proof that someone at Stellantis is actually listening to the enthusiasts who have been screaming for years, "Give us a winch that doesn't look like I bought it on AliExpress!" This is the truck for those who know that the difference between an adventure and a call for help is only a length of steel braid.
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.











