I reject the premise. A car is a machine. It’s a tool to do a job, the job that gets the job done best is the right one.
If you think a tiny two-seater like a Miata is a “girly” car, a car along the same lines was good enough for Sean Connery as James Bond, damnit. And if you think that whipping a little roadster around hairpin curves shooting gravel is “girly,” brother, you haven’t lived.
If you think a tiny two-seater like a Miata is a “girly” car, a car along the same lines was good enough for Sean Connery as James Bond, damnit. And if you think that whipping a little roadster around hairpin curves shooting gravel is “girly,” brother, you haven’t lived.
My wife owned one of the early ones, and it was a blast to drive (though not on the freeway congested with truck bumpers at teeth level.)
>>And if you think that whipping a little roadster around hairpin curves shooting gravel is “girly,” brother, you haven’t lived.
It is a fun car. But compared to my motorcycle, it is not quite fun enough. I think I will be getting a pickup for hauling stuff to the house.