Articles

  • 2 weeks ago | vicariousmag.com | Justin W. Coffey

    As the sun stretched its golden fingers across the horizon, Special Stage Three beckoned competitors toward the shimmering waters of the Sea of Cortez once again. This wasn’t just a repeat of SS2—no, this route carved a fresh narrative into the sand, one that lingered longer along the coastline, inviting racers into a mesmerizing duet with the ocean.

  • 1 month ago | vicariousmag.com | Justin W. Coffey

    The route to Bahia Kino is not just a reminder—it’s the reminder of why so many people are drawn to this serene Mexican state. Leaving Caborca, the scenery doesn’t offer much more than the mocha-tan dirt surrounding a modest urban jungle—evidence of man’s indifference strewn about the borders of the asphalt and the hard-packed country roads.

  • 1 month ago | vicariousmag.com | Justin W. Coffey

    The Sonoran Desert does not forgive. It does not forget. And it certainly does not make things easy. On Special Stage One (SS1) of the 2025 Sonora Rally, competitors got their first real taste of what the coming days have in store—and for many, it was a harsh awakening. What looked like a relatively mild start to the rally quickly turned into a gauntlet of punishing dunes, deceptive sand traps, and mechanical misfortunes.

  • 1 month ago | vicariousmag.com | Justin W. Coffey

    Driven To Explore is who we are at VICARIOUS! It consumes our every waking moment and keeps us up at night. We take our obsession for automobiles, motorcycles and heart pounding adventures around the globe and put you in the front seat with us. You can’t get closer to the inside of a supercar or sport bike than this! Let the adventure begin!

  • 2 months ago | atv.com | Justin W. Coffey

    NEW! by Justin W. Coffey (IC: ) Looking down from a thousand feet, I could see the white farmhouse, burnt red barn, and silver grain silo clustered together along the side of the road. The cable tethered to my harness was tight, and my feet were starting to go numb in the sub-freezing temperatures. As I descended over Duren Farm just outside of Cazenovia, Wisconsin, a light dusting of snow began to fall.