Girl’s cars. Small. Rounded. Cute. Shiny. Little engines. Liable to be given names. The kind of car no red-blooded meat eatin’ beer swillin’ baccy spittin’ hairy chested he-man would be found dead in a ditch in.
But which is the girliest car of them all? For your consideration I present the Suzuki X90 , a faux-jeep/sportscar hybrid that Barbie herself would scorn as being too effeminate.
The cornea-scorching sight today of one painted pink started the train of thought which led to this thread. All it lacked was Ken and a plastic surfboard on the roof.
I respectfully disagree with the Miata {or MX5, as it’s known in this part of the world}: if it’s girly, then so are the Lotus Elan {the original 60’s one}, MGB, Sunbeam Alpine, Triumph Spitfire, and all the classic two-seater small engined tight handling British 60’s sportscars that inspired it - minus, of course, the inexplicable electrical failures, oil leaks, and bits dropping off that doomed the British car industry.
And there’s the reason all those British cars weren’t girly cars: they said something about your character. “I put up with shit from my car because I love cars, and because I know cars.”
All a Miata says about you is, “I have a very small and not very useful car.”
Historically, it would be hard to beat the Dodge La Femme as the ultimate “girl” car. It was/is on display at The Imperial Palace Casino car museum in Las Vegas.
I used to have a 1967 MkII Spitfire, before I sold it to help pay for university - sniff. I loved that car - and I am not a woman. However, two out of three ain’t bad.
Hang around France a bit; they seem to be unisex driven when I’m there.
My vote is the “new” Beetle. I don’t know of a single straight male IRL who drives one, wants one, or likes them at all. In fact, around here it’s almost a gay fashion accessory.
I’ve seen more men driving them than women, but that’s neither here nor there. What is interesting is that we had a blizzard here a little more than a week ago. At one point I could have sworn that I saw a small igloo wobbling down the road. Yes, it was a Smart Car.
It is so embarrassing to drive when my pickup is in the shop or something. I have one rule about the car. I will not go out to it to retrieve her purse if she forgets it. I have this terrible fear of being seen leaving a pink Grand Prix carrying a purse.
When we bought it, the salesman told me the color was listed as mother of pearl. I don’t care what it was listed as - it is pink.
