Did you ever get fixed up on a blind date and instead of your friend touting the girl's "personality", he told you that she is drop dead gorgeous? And then when you arrived at the restaurant, she looked even better than you anticipated. But then 10 minutes into the evening, you discovered something (or two) that just ruined it. It could have been a nasal whiney voice, or a loud horse-laugh, or something equally grating, and you knew that any kind of long-term relationship just wasn't in the cards. Well, that happened to me years ago, before I was married, and a similar thing happened to me last week with a test car.
A brand new Infiniti G37 Sport Coupe was delivered to my house. I'd seen photos and thought it was beautiful, but the shiny new coupe looked even better in person as I ogled the "arrest-me-red" machine sitting in my driveway. It has a long, low profile with a sharply sloping roofline finished off with a subtle deck spoiler, huge 19-inch aluminum alloy wheels filling the bulging fenders, and a look that says, "I'm ready to rumble."
It was so sexy looking that I grabbed my wallet, jumped in the car, pushed the starter button on the dash, grabbed a handful of leather wrapped gear shift knob, pushed in the clutch, and was ready to take off for a brief sprint around the neighborhood. That's when the love affair ended. The clutch. It's awful. It's the equivalent of a hairy mole on the tip of Julia Robert's angel face.
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