Every time I see a G35 I start to cry. When the car came out, I knew it was going to be a hit. I told my wife, my dad, my brother, and all of my friends, "The G35 is a great car and I want one." Then it won the Motor Trend Car of the Year and I knew that I was right and I definitely had to have one. Then the coupe came out. Pure lust. It was even worse than my longing for the sedan. The lines of that car are so sweet.
It reminds me of the lust that was created by the 300ZX when it was relaunched in 1990. But for some reason, it is worse. I know I could afford that car. So about 2 months ago, I decided that I was either going to move closer to work, or buy a new car that made my hour and a half drive bearable. Of course we decided to move which is definitely the right thing to do. But for a while, I was looking at cars.
I drove the Acura TL, it was nice, smooth, polished, refined... fast. But I knew I had another love, there was another car that made my heart go pitter patter. So about two weeks later, I drove the G35. It was the moment I had been waiting for, two years in the making. I sat in the show room and admired the inside. Leather, Bose stereo... not so comfy seats. Huh? Where did that come from? Bah... I will just ignore it and enjoy the ride. The salesman put my wife and I into a car and away we went. I hated it. The seats were all wrong. The armrest was way to low. The clutch was like one you would find on a crotch rocket (on or off). The ride was stiff and bumpy. This was a race car, with a beauty queen facade... and I hated it.
And I hated that I hated the car. The G35 was supposed to be the car of my dreams, and from the outside, it is... But it makes me so angry, that I cry every time I see one.
Posted by carl at June 25, 2004 08:16 AM
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