While this is perhaps the smallest and least powerful car I have owned since my days as a Triumph driving bachelor in the very early sixties, it is without a doubt the one car I have truly loved. It's stupid to love a car, but there it is. Of course this love does not detract from the love of family or country or home town, but don't anybody ask for my keys. This is MY agile little baby and like Silver and the Lone Ranger nobody drives it but me; my black beauty is a one-rider horse. So this is a fine man/machine love affair, a strange love affair more intense than all the affairs I've had with high-cost high-powered babes...cheap, too, like a good tart.
The car's agility, cornering, and snappy little gear box.
Improve? Why? If I wanted a faster car I'd have bought one. Bigger? There's plenty to chose from. Better? Can't be done. OK, maybe one little improvement. Can you build it so it never gets dirty?