The Morrison Jeep Trail Is Back: Clarks Fork Canyon Before and After the Flood
About 27 switchbacks, a sheer canyon wall and the Beartooth Plateau on top. The Morrison is open again.
Ringing Rocks, Montana: Six Trips to the Rocks That Ring
Tap a rock and it rings. Directions, the geology debate and six years of trail notes from Ringing Rocks near Pipestone, Montana.
Driving Through the Wickes Tunnel: Montana's 1888 Railroad Tunnel
6,145 feet of 1888 railroad tunnel in the Elkhorn Mountains, and you can drive it in summer. History, directions and what to expect inside.
Moose, Meteor Showers 16-Year-Old in an FJ40
Join 406 Cruisers on a high-country Toyota trail run through Montana's Beartooth Mountains to Goose Lake, featuring FJ40s, meteor showers, and local wildlife.
Crack Pipe or Nice Price: Every Factory Triple-Locked Lexus LX450 Auction, Scored
Sixty factory triple-locked Lexus LX450 auctions, one chart and three verdicts. The lockers are worth about $13,000, and 2026 got weird.
Cruising on Main 2026
26 years of Main Street chrome, 230 classic cars, and $400k raised for charity. Here are the top highlights, rare Alfas, and the time my Honda Beat got out-sized by an actual racing go-kart at Cruisin' On Main 2026.
Sunday send off
The Vigilante 77 Sunday dirt crew returned to Virginia City covered in dust and carrying plenty of stories. From air-cooled Porsches and oddball rally builds to Nick’s barbed-wire field repair, this is what the rally looked like when the dust settled.
VIGILANTE 77'S SUNDAY DIRT CREW
Day 3 of the Vigilante 77 Rally sent the Sunday Dirt Crew charging across Montana’s fast dirt roads. A rally-prepped Porsche 944, a vintage Dodge on retired Crown Victoria cop-car bones, a yellow Land Rover Defender—and one big, fat, slow Lexus camera whale—made this the dusty finale we came for.
Coffee, 911s and One Tiny Honda: The Vigilante 77 Send-Off
The Jackalope Drivers Club gathered at Roly-Poly Coffee Co. in Bozeman for the Vigilante 77 Rally send-off, where an eclectic mix of Porsches, rally builds, and muscle cars were unexpectedly upstaged by one tiny, bright-yellow Honda Beat.
THE UNDER-DASH CRUSADE: WE HAVE LIGHTS (FOR NOW)
The ultimate JDM maintenance cheat code. No brake lights, no cabin power, no horn—the Beat arrived looking like an absolute electrical ghost town. Here is how a quick-release steering wheel and a smartphone camera saved the day, and why I’m officially crossing my fingers that the fixes hold.
THE LOOK OF LOUD: CHOOSING THE PERFECT LIVERY FOR THE HONDA BEAT
The wrap designs are officially on the table. A 1,600-pound JDM go-kart painted in Carnival Yellow demands a loud personality. From iconic blue-and-yellow Spoon Sports splits to aggressive Mugen geometry, here are the three racing liveries battling it out for the Beat—and I need your help picking the winner.
SIZING UP THE MENACE: HOW SMALL IS THE HONDA BEAT? (SPOILER: IT DWARFS THE FIATA)
Think a Miata is small? Think again. When you park a 1991 Honda Beat next to a modern Fiat 124 Spider, the laws of automotive perspective completely break down. Here is a look at the hilarious reality of JDM kei car dimensions, and why scaling down means dialing the fun all the way up.
PINT-SIZED PANDEMONIUM: WHY THE HONDA BEAT IS THE ULTIMATE ANTI-MODERN ANTIDOTE
The ultimate anti-modern antidote has arrived. Forget heavy hybrid SUVs and numb touchscreens—this 1991 Honda Beat is a mid-engine, naturally aspirated, 8,500 rpm screaming JDM go-kart. Here is why Soichiro Honda’s final masterpiece is the most fun you can have on four wheels.
THE MIATA FROM HELL: BOOGER COOKIE TAKES BOZEMAN
Forget the "hairdresser" stereotypes—this 1990s roadster has been resurrected for the apocalypse. Between the massive 32-inch mud terrains, the rugged external exoskeleton, and a custom flatbed that proudly bears the name "Booger Cookie," this NB Miata from Hell is built for pure chaos. It’s a Mad Max-inspired masterpiece that proves one thing: I bet this guy parties.
THE PLASTIC REVOLUTION: TOYOTA’S LATEST FASHION SHOW
An old man’s take on why a 14-inch tablet and "stealthy" gray paint can’t replace the soul of a real truck. From Everest green to Underground gray, see why I’m sticking with my 80 Series while the rest of the world buys glorified calculators.
VIEW FROM THE TOP: CARSPOTTING AT HELL’S GATE
Experience the high-stakes theater of Hell’s Gate at Cruise Moab 2026. From the legendary "built not bought" 60 Series Land Cruiser of the Sons of Smokey crew to the absolute madman piloting a JDM Kei truck up the V-notch, the carspotting at the overlook proved that tire placement—and a little bit of guts—is everything.
The Red Rock Doppelgänger: A Solid-Axle Legend Found in the Wild
Spotted in Moab: A factory-supercharged 1st Gen Xterra that’s a dead ringer for my brother’s rig, but with a "JOOP" twist. From grocery store chases to the mystery of its rotating ownership, this solid-axle-swapped unicorn was too clean to ignore in the desert sun
NOT YOUR AVERAGE GARDENER’S TRUCK: THE JDM HILUX SLEEPER
Don't let the modest white paint fool you. This genuine JDM Hilux is a "technical" sleeper, featuring a full solid axle swap, reinforced frame, and blue-ringed beadlocks. It’s an indestructible fourth-gen build that’s only missing one thing: a place to mount the machine gun.
THE ZIP-TIE ZIPPER: HOW WE SAVED A 60-SERIES WITH RATCHET STRAPS
When you're miles into the trail and your steering fails, you don't call a tow truck—you reach for the gear bag. After Kristian’s 1989 Land Cruiser snapped its drag link, we had to rely on "trail engineering" involving heavy-duty zip ties and ratchet straps. Here is how we managed to limp a 60-Series back to Whitehall with a turning radius that was more of a suggestion than a command.
THE TOP-DOWN CLUB: DOWNTOWN DRIFTING AND THE GERMAN LS
Spotted: A classic Mercedes R107 SL-Class in downtown Bozeman that breaks every rule in the book. From studded snow tires in the spring to a straight-piped V8 that sounds suspiciously like an American swap, this convertible is pure Montana chaos. When you're in the club, you park next to the other tops-down—IYKYK.