Meh.
Blatantly adapted from Wally on Grassroots Motorsports website:
1999 Pontiac Sunfire sedan, just like the one your wife’s hair dresser drove.
4 cylinders of cast iron goodness with 8-count ‘em 8 Pushrods. That’s more than you can get in any Honda, Porsche, or even Ferrari today.
All that fury is coupled to a three speed automated gearbox that gives you the power of a four, but the mileage of a V8. And I don’t have to worry about any pesky shifting so I never have to put down my burger OR my beverage. Try that in your EVO or STI.
It’s my sweetie’s car, and as long as I view it as “my sweetie’s” car, I leave it alone. I hate almost everything about it. I like the cruise control. But that’s it.