If I were a man, I guess you’d call me an ass man. I like wedge-shaped sports cars. A pair of nice hips that are evenly balanced with an aggressive nose will always do it for me. Angles are good in certain situations—but only when used sparingly—and please, for the love of all that is artful, do not give me non-functioning intakes on the hood or vents on the fenders. No one wants to pay good money for something that looks like it came from the Pep Boys clearance aisle.
I am picky about the way my sports cars look. I like them to be a little more Michelangelo’s David and less Jeff Koons’ Balloon Dog. Classic is great—postmodern isn’t. For this and other reasons, a confession: I never liked the looks of the Audi TT or the Chevrolet Corvette.
Read more of my commentary over at Time Inc.’s brand new automotive platform, THE DRIVE.