The Cube is cheerfully bizarre, and I appreciate that. It’s not a riot to drive, but in this case, the driving experience is really beside the point. The kids don’t care about that noise, pops. They want connectivity. They want a car that’s a rolling Tweet about a new iPhone app from the Jonas Brothers.
I, however, want a car that doesn’t look like a myopic washing machine, but I’m a lame old guy of 31 who remembers listening to CDs and saying things like, “My modem is taking forever to load this Kozmo.com order.”
From Automobile Magazine’s Dyer Consequences column “The Kings of One-Upmanship: All-Stars of A Different Breed”, July 2009:
There are actually a lot of cars on the market whose sole reason for existence is to one-up some lesser model. Porsche is the undisputed master of the craft, offering no fewer than fourteen variations on the 911. Basically, 911 owners can never be satisfied until they have a GT2, at which point they will finally experience a feeling of fulfillment that lasts for the few minutes before they crash backward into a tree at 204 MPH.