You expect supercars to save egos… not lives. Yet here we are, with a tiny, boxy Suzuki Jimny roaming South Africa like a brightly coloured lifesaving Lego brick. Wrapped, QR-coded and on a mission with the NSRI, this little 4x4 isn’t chasing clout or mall parking… it’s chasing drownings, disasters and the grim stats nobody likes talking about. And yes… you could win one.

When Speed Meets Serious Bale Weight

Because while your neighbour’s kid is busy buzzing a R2 000 quadcopter over the braai like an irritating mechanical mozzie, this thing arrives on a trailer…or in a van, flattens your lawn, scares the dog, and then casually sprays an entire field like it’s late for harvest. Yes, technically it’s a drone. But calling it that feels wrong. This is more airborne farming equipment than toy. It doesn’t film sunsets. …

Some people collect fridge magnets… others casually design bits of fast-moving military hardware and then photograph it like a proud parent at a school sports day. For those that do not know… I designed the tail on “Talon” the Hawk. Yes, that Hawk. The one that slices through the sky with the subtlety of a V8 Supercar and the attitude of a RedBull-addicted Bird of Prey. And late last year, …

Apparently, somewhere between a rushed headline and a keyboard warrior with Wi-Fi, Penta Motor Group was “sold in its entirety.” Spoiler alert… it wasn’t. Not even close. Let’s put the kettle on, take a deep breath, and unpack this properly… because facts, unlike rumours, don’t need clickbait. Thanks to a few over-excited reports… including one from Business Day… the internet decided that Penta Motor Group had packed its bags and …

They’ve taken J-Bay off the calendar… and just like that, winter feels colder, the coffee tastes weaker, and the Indian Ocean is sulking in the corner like it’s been stood up for a date. Yes, it’s official. In order to keep the shiny new 12-event format alive and well, the World Surf League has dropped Jeffreys Bay from the 2026 Championship Tour. No Supertubes. No South African leg. No salty …

If Rallye Monte-Carlo is motorsport’s equivalent of being slapped with a frozen fish while blindfolded… then Oliver Solberg just smiled, asked for seconds, and won the whole damn thing. Yes. That Rallye Monte-Carlo. The one with black ice lurking like a tax auditor, mud pretending to be tarmac, snow doing whatever snow feels like doing, and rain for emotional support. And into this chaos rolled a 24-year-old Swede, barely old …