The Usual Suspects

At this point, nearly six months after this blog was launched, we should probably go back and explain a bit more of what we are about. This article was begun back in November, but not actually finished and published until now.

Within, you’ll not find a single minivan. There will be no Kias featured, as they have yet to produce a vehicle that’s good for more than being taken out back and shot. If you find yourself with a Kia in your driveway, don’t feel bad. Many good citizens have been taken in by that 7-year/100,000 mile warranty, which is a marketing ploy, nothing more. Some cars are built with a warranty in mind, and some are built to last.

Minivans, incidentally, are of the devil, a creation devised solely to clog up our streets with folk who were duped into actually paying money for something with no soul or passion in either the styling or driving experience. At no point does any boy or girl under the age of, say, 18 pine after a Chevy Town & Windstar of any description. Minivans — and all conniving crossover vehicles purporting to be a minivan spinoff — are a commonly known cause premature graying of the hair and a general listlessness in their owners. No doubt a special level of hell consists of being forced to drive in the left lane behind a minivan who refuses under any circumstances to keep up with the speed limit for fear it might disturb their ongoing cell phone conversation.

A recent article expounded on the greatness of modern Buicks. Apparently, a JD Power survey pegged them at or near the top for reliability and fewest components replaced. That may sound good to those who insist on an isolated, marshmallow-like ride and who never explore more than the first twenty percent or so of the gas pedal, but we would submit to you that there are others out there who long to read of true driver’s cars.

To that end, we exist. More, we strive to bring you the greats of the pre-owned genre. It is beyond our comprehension why anyone in their right mind would willingly shell out tens of thousands of their hard-earned money for a lifeless blob such as a Dodge Caliber or Ford Fusion/Flex/Funk/Edge/Whatever. Why, when you could spend less than one ten of thousand and get yourself an amazing Mercedes 190E 2.3-16, for example, or, domestically, a Ford Contour SVT? Acura’s Legend, Audi’s A6 2.7T, Infiniti’s I30t, Lincoln’s LS (a bit underdeveloped, but nonetheless), the list goes on . . . and that’s all within the realm of the sport sedan.

Keep your ear to the ground.