We do not buy these cars for the M'sPG brothers. We buy them for the same reason we chase pooty ... it's a primal urge. Some guys, they don't feel it. But we do. It's like, we cannot prevent the double take when something like one of these comes into our fields of vision. Our brains lock up, and all previous issues become secondary. That symphony of steal blocks out any sounds or thoughts that seconds before had been capturing our attention. As the living dream leaves our fields of vision we are left with a longing. In those moments we could care less how good the gas mileage is. As the reality of our unfulfilled longing sets in, all we know is that we want one.
12 mpg city ya say? Yeah, whatever. I'll take mine in pearl tangerine ... and make it a V8.