The truth is, every woman half my age that I'd met had no idea what I drove, but was able to point it out immediately, as it was parked. Not sure if that's good or bad.
Minivan notwithstanding, there are times when one needs to get around without having to work the vehicle every second it's on the road. Thats where the Deuce's and Miata's come into play. Forgiving little creatures that won't toss you over a guardrail while you're changing music.
Still again all said and done. Nothing ever did slow with the alacrity and style of either the X1/9 or 924. Magique will stomp my eyes out here but I'd actually take a 924 over a 944 any day of the week.
Not really in fact.
I was really amused by how childish he was.
He, according to the track's owner, planned to spend 2/3 hours there yet got off in just 3/4 of an hour.
But really, his face and body language said it all. He just let the car cool down for 5 minutes (which wasn't really necessary given how slow he was) then yelled at his girlfriend and burned rubber on the way out. As if it was going to make him any faster.
What was even more funny is that he was just like his car, angry and shouty yet unable to catch me in my smiling 7. Meanwhile, I was drinking a Schweppes looking at the 7.
It has a very appealing look this car, just like those small dogs who always want to play. Here it was, looking at me and I'm sure that if it could have talked it would have said : "Hey buddy, now that the ********'s out, what about shagging tires ?"
No, the girlfriend had been artificially "enhanced" here and there as well. Typical Ferrarista girlfriend, probably was a stripper of some sort before she met him.
Not really attractive, yet just like the car she's going to be remarked anywhere she goes.
I felt sorry for her though, I wouldn't bear spending any meaningful amount of time with such a fool.
An S is even better.
With the exception of the 7 there are very few cars without roofs I would want to own. The Anglais flavours just never did it for me overall.