I occasionally muse over what, if I had the discretionary income, my ideal car might be. Something comfortable and snazzy, that doesn't read as, "Mid-life crisis" or "Trying too hard." The Bullitt-tribute Mustang still appeals, chiefly because it separates itself in an understated way from the tricked-out 'Stangs that overpopulate our roads. My wife likes the Cooper, thinking of it as a fun, tool-around vehicle, while my tool-around choice would actually be the Smart Car.
But I might as well admit that, for a moment, I wondered if I wouldn't part with a mere $150,000 for the privilege of parking this in our garage:
Holy industrial respirator masks, Batman -- these fellas sure do have their Bat-swag down! Unfortunately, the trouble with driving something like this is that once you get behind the wheel there is simply no way you can avoid looking like these guys do: