The only manly VW convertibles were the old air-cooled Beetles and Karmann Ghias (I would love to have one of those, preferrably in VW’s Sunshine Yellow).
As a female engineer, I’m embarrassed that women not only designed that car, but are proud of it. Women are supposed to enjoy being helpless now?
A female friend of mine used to have a Geo Storm. That struck me at the time as a very “chicky” car. The kind of car that someone who didn’t know a lot about cars would think was sporty. I haven’t seen one in years though.
The non-stick frying pan line alone is proof that feminism is dead.
I have a 2005 Mazda3. Guess I’m a statistic.
I had a friend in high school who drove a Spitfire. He used to pick me up for school in it. I’d have to hold a bag of soccer balls on my lap (he coached kids after school). That thing had NO room. Also, to turn it off, he pulled a fuse from under the glovebox. Nice car. :rolleyes:
Another friend of ours won a Humvee in a radio contest. This was way before the H2 or any commercially available Hummer. It was barren. However, Matt would park the Spitfire next to the Hummer. Sitting in the car, I could see all the way to the other side of the hummer, below the undercarriage. We could’ve fit the car (sans wheels) inside the ginormous thing.
I nominated the (bitchin) Fiero. Voila
Ew.
I don’t think they enjoy being helpless, they are conditioned for it by society and role models from their own lives. Baggage of helplessness mechanically or problem solving handed down from one generation to the next.
I weep for the future.
Sorry, the Fiero is not a good chick car. No power steering, and too many were stick shifts.
I’ve owned two – great snow cars.
I would nominate the BMW Z3, perhaps not the girliest car of them all but it’s known as a hairdresser’s car where I live, any male seen driving one is legally open to guffaws and finger-pointing.
I drive one, and I’m straight as straight can be. What can I say? t’s a fun little convertible that gets crazy good gas mileage, and there aren’t many in that price range. (The only other one at the time was the Miata, which I didn’t care for.)
I tell people that if the guys who drive big, powerful cars are just compensating for their small penises, they should make the appropriate inference from my Cabrio. 
A straight buddy of mine used to drive a Cabriolet, he was married with kids.
Ah, the ‘tiny engine, tiny car’ philosophy of performance, as embodied in the westfield eleven - chck out the third picture down.
Tiny, curvy, underpowered but nonetheless a car for REAL (suicidal) MEN!
Imagine being tailgated by an Expedition while driving that…
I understand that; heck, I recently encountered a male relative who seemed to think I was incapable of changing a light bulb without assistance. And after giving the issue further thought, sealing the hood is a great idea from the company’s standpoint – it ensures that the customer has to take the vehicle to a dealership, no matter how minor the problem. I’m sure there would be a pretty hefty labor charge for removing the body panel covering the engine, and you know the panel would be held in place with rare, tamper-resistant bolts of some sort.
I think the “girly-ness” of a car is more in the color and accessorizing.
The girliest I ever saw was a purple Gremlin with sunflowers painted on it and stuffed animals in the back window.
They’d just invalidate your warranty if you dared to crack it open and check the oil and water.
That third picture down is just the engine cover. If the whole car was that small it really would be something!
Oh wait, that’s the fourth picture isn’t it? Never mind.
I’m with you Doctor J. I drive a Cabrio and I really enjoy it. I got it to replace my older Cabriolet-and when I bought that one my dad liked it so much that he bought a Cabriolet too. I haven’t noticed either one of us being gay very much.
Reminds me of an American guy I used to work with back in Japan who rode a girl’s bike: when teased about it, he’d just reply that he was secure in his masculinity.
Here in Ireland it’s got to be the Renault Clio , aka the Renault Clitoris.
