If someone were to ask me what my favorite car is, I’d say, without hesitation, the Aston Martin Vanquish Volante. This, in fact, happened last night as I sat on the couch with my girlfriend, a fellow car geek.
I showed her a picture of the Infiniti Essence concept, which I happen to think is one of the sexiest concepts to ever hit the circuit, and her response was one of complete non-interest. I asked what she thought of it, and she said, “Well, I’m sure you like it. It’s your kind of car.”
“My kind of car? What do you mean?”
“You know… not a car a real man would drive. That car is for sissies.”
I made my case for the Essence and explained the sleek sultry lines and praised the long hood and short rear deck. That’s when she said, “What was your favorite car again?”
I quickly pulled up a picture of the Vanquish Volante, and she said, “Okay, that’s a hot car.”
I agreed, of course.
“But Astons still look like Pontiacs,” she said.
Whoa whoa whoa.
“No way. Find a Pontiac that looks like an Aston and show me.”
She did a Google search and showed me a Solstice, which to my eye looks nothing like an Aston Martin. Not even close. Then she pulled up a series of Mazdas followed by the new Ford Fusion. I admit, the Ford has a front end that looks like the Aston, but nothing else even partially resembles the British beauty.
“Aston’s just aren’t manly,” she repeated again.
Okay, we might have a problem here.
“What about James Bond. He’s manly and drives an Aston.”
“He’s not manly. Could you see him rebuilding a carburetor?”
“No, but he’s not a redneck. He’s a spy. A manly spy.”
She pulled up a picture of Pierce Brosnan as 007 sitting on an Aston and he looked quite, well, not manly.
I was left without a leg to stand on, and forced to think that maybe she’s right. And so, I turn to you, fellow CarGurus, and ask this:
Without mentioning pickup trucks or muscle cars, what are some manly sports cars?