I’m going to throw a few words out there and see what people think. Picture a BR-Z with handling refined even more by Honda’s magic racing elves and a SLIGHTLY more potent NA engine that keeps pulling to 9000 RPM. Maybe it adds up to 300 or so peak HP when it’s wailing like an angry cat.

worst of all, it will probably have Honda’s corporate grille and the extremely trendy (read: quickly-aging) styling that most modern cars have.

Exactly. OMG so sexy

Ohh fuck those guys. Odds are low that they’ll drive it through Pittsburgh (road salt would devour the frame in half an hour), but I’ll give a heads up to folks who live around there.

I live in a liberal college town. Fast and expensive cars drive by all day. If it’s rare people sometimes ask about it or take a picture at gas stations.

Nobody remembers the Tempo, but that was easily the shittiest piece of shit I ever rode in.

Metamucil would pay you not to do that.

The limey has a point.

It should be a monster truck that rolls over General Lees and burns their garage at the end of the show.

As if any explanation would persuade anyone, other than the obvious.

She’s dead, Jim.

It’s fucking space magic.

Right? The fly girl in the white sports bustier...do what you wanna do...

Unclench that sphincter pal, some folks who understand the climate still love magnificent classics. A Prius is a generic tool; a ‘68 GT500 is a piece of art. Anyhow a collector and an enviro-nut would drive one of those exactly the same number of miles.

His not-evil twin shows up and throws everyone for a loop when he turns out to be a sensitive, thoughtful, grounded guy who still has the abs of Eric from True Blood.

The key ingredient to a short sell is timing. The guys in the movie almost got killed despite nearly perfect timing because Wile E. Coyote hung in the air just a bit longer than they expected. Another guy did get slaughtered because he bet against the bottom of the market and didn’t think to bet against the top.

Was going to say this. Also I totally want your S2000. The wife and I both dream of the exact same car. How often does that happen? Unfortunately kid, dog and garage space. College is only fourteen years away...

That speedometer isn’t fooling anyone.

Given how electronic’d up these things are now, I predict top of the line Benzes will age about as well as an iPhone. These come from a different planet than those 60s-early 80s Mercs that still work as taxis in non western countries after 300,000 miles and six rebuilds.

Agreed. A tennis ball on a string would drive my doberman fucking nuts.