PJ O’Rourke, who died this week at 74 was a conservative writer I loved to read. I disagreed with a lot of what he wrote, but I loved to read it anyway.
I’ll miss him.
His style was unmistakable.
Joseph Conrad once said:
“My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see. That — and no more, and it is everything.”
PJ could do that.
In 1980, for Car and Driver, he drove cross country in a blood-red Ferrari 308GTS and wrote :
How to Drive Fast on Drugs While Getting Your Wing-Wang Squeezed and Not Spill Your Drink..
Here’s an excerpt that makes me hold on to my seat:

We came by a 930 Turbo Porsche near the Talladega exit. He was going about 90 when we passed him, and he gave us a little bit of a run, passed us at about 110, and then we passed him again. He was as game as anybody we came across and was hanging right on our tail at 120. Ah, but then — then we just walked away from him. Five seconds and he was nothing but a overturned-boat-shaped dot in the mirrors. I suppose he could have kept up, but driving one of those ass-engined Nazi slot cars must be a task at around 225 percent of the speed limit. But not for us. I’ve got more vibration here on my electric typewriter than we had blasting into Birmingham that beautiful morning in that beautiful car on a beautiful tour across this wonderful country from the towers of Manhattan to the bluffs of Topanga Canyon so fast we filled the appointment logs of optometrists’ offices in 30 cities just from people getting their eyes checked for seeing streaks because they’d watched us go by.

I was doing a project for Forbes magazine when I ran across Christopher Buckley. He was writing something for the magazine. I despised him and his father, but begrudgingly admitted that they were literate.
He's trying to redeem himself and his father here but - sorry guys, you couldn't have carried PJ's clubs.
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/02/18/opinion/christopher-buckley-pj-orourke.html