Buying a BMW to escape a negative car stereotype is an interesting tactic.

I’ve spent more money on worse endeavors.

Can you follow me around everywhere I go for the rest of my life and give me motivational speeches?

Ha! I’ll have to try that. I usually drive my FiST to dates as not to come off as a “Porsche Driver.” Maybe I’m doing this wrong...

I haven’t autox’d my FiST yet. I keep my Miata around for that. I keep hearing how great they are at cone dodging though. One day...

The only comments I get are similar to the Doug DeMuro article from a few years ago. People like to ask how much it costs, or how fast it is, or if I want to trade for their Civic.

As a 20-something year old who drives a Cayman S, I totally get what he’s saying. People judge hardcore and despite me loving every minute of my car, there’s a part of me that feels bad about the perception people have of me in it.

He dresses like that every day. Truly, one of the classiest gentleman I’ve ever met. Him and another man on his team take class to another level.

Also! Each lane change requires a separate signal. Don’t just leave it on and shoot across 3 lanes of traffic. Otherwise, people don’t know if you’re done after one lane.

That’s a fair point, and one I didn’t really think about. Sort of a visual reminder of what it’s been through.

Fantastic article, but one I disagree with. You make it seem like a vehicle needs bumps and bruises to have soul, but I don’t believe that’s true. My pristine condition 1990 Miata has soul without being a rust bucket.

I once asked a friend of mine why she refuses to wear her seatbelt and she quoted some obscure accident where the driver was decapitated by their seatbelt. I have no idea if this is true or not, but I refused to drive her anywhere if she didn’t buckle up. It’s a rule in my car. Wear your seatbelt or you’re walking.

Everyone is a target for this car.

+1 for Cook Out. Or how about Macados? ;-)

I just traded in my E46 for a FiST. Never looking back.

I have a good one! About a year ago, I went out with my brother and a few friends and parked my car at one of their houses near downtown. We went to the bars and had a few drinks, then I walked home. The next morning, I left my apartment to find that my car wasn’t in my spot in the parking lot. My brother and I look…

What’s that they say about driving a slow car fast?

I used to have a 1974 Jensen Healey as well, and I can confirm every quirk listed above. She was a looker, though.

Part out?

I can’t find it now, but there as a line in Scrubs where Jordan talks about being in the back seat of a Miata. I mean, come on... Just use a different car. You know? One with a back seat.