First the Jimny, now this.

I have to confess, I almost stopped reading after the words “Florida-based” in the first sentence. Fair or not, that kinda told me what I needed to know.

“...time to put the top down on the Saab Turbo!”

“... it makes the car look like it is sticking out its tongue.”

Looking at the lede picture, I’m seeing this:

You asked where the “40" came from. That was the first thing that came to mind. I guess we travel in different circles.

“...as long as Kevin in Bloomfield Hills wants to drive alone in his 5-series for an hour each way to work and is “concerned” about brown folks having easy access to his segregated neighborhood, regional transit is dead in the water.”

I had a car like that. Loved everything about it, except the effing head restraint. It was canted so far forward that I either had to recline my seat farther than I wanted, or raise the headrest to near its maximum hight. Otherwise I felt like my chin was being pushed into my chest.

Tiny car is tiny.

Yes, at 39 she is young. But then, women mature earlier than men. So intellectually, that’s something like 56 in guy years.

Midtown Madness was awesome. I always picked the bus.

“...the car rides on a set of steelies with factory plastic wheel covers.”

India had a female prime minister 51 years ago. Guess it won’t be headline worthy if/when we ever elect a woman as POTUS, then.

That’s so terrible and so funny at the same time.

Jeez. In my state, if everyone in the vehicle is not buckled in, the driver gets a ticket. So by her logic, I guess it might also be acceptable to say “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna smoke crack and suck down this tallboy while you test drive.”

“When it spews out carcinogens...”

Indeed. My intent was not to criticize you or your post, but the dearth of women in auto racing, period. :)

And yet, the accompanying photo is of three dudes.

“Anything can be fun in relative terms. I could have fun driving an Elantra hatchback if that’s all I had to drive.”