EcoMetro

I admit it: I expect my children to reflect how cool I am, how urbane, how out-of-the dreary-mainstream. At least I expect them not to reveal how I sometimes fall from that grace into the plastic, mass-produced quagmire or cave in to unreasonable demands for inappropriate toys or accessories. Enter the...

I admit it: I expect my children to reflect how cool I am, how urbane, how out-of-the dreary-mainstream. At least I expect them not to reveal how I sometimes fall from that grace into the plastic, mass-produced quagmire or cave in to unreasonable demands for inappropriate toys or accessories. Enter the...

I admit it: I expect my children to reflect how cool I am, how urbane, how out-of-the dreary-mainstream. At least I expect them not to reveal how I sometimes fall from that grace into the plastic, mass-produced quagmire or cave in to unreasonable demands for inappropriate toys or accessories. Enter the...

I admit it: I expect my children to reflect how cool I am, how urbane, how out-of-the dreary-mainstream. At least I expect them not to reveal how I sometimes fall from that grace into the plastic, mass-produced quagmire or cave in to unreasonable demands for inappropriate toys or accessories. Enter the...

I have never really been into cars, unless you count the 5-year love-affair I enjoyed with a ’69 VW Bug. I have certainly never been into toy cars, or remote-controlled cars, so it was with some trepidation I approached last week’s test-drive of the new H-Racer, even if it was supposed to be for my kids...