Sometimes I flatout dislike Jeremy Clarkson, partly because he drives all kind of cars, mostly supercars, for a living but still bitches so much. Although you have to admit, the guy has a genuine point now and then, especially where there's a sore spot people try to avoid, or where they simply can't pinpoint what the problem is. He's right on the money again: (and his choice of words)
The new Pontiac Solstice is America’s first attempt at making a sports car in more than 50 years. And not since David Beckham’s wayward penalty kick against Portugal have we seen anything go so wide of the mark. It is comically awful.read more
And that sets a question. How come America’s massive car industry can’t make what is basically beans on toast? A light, zesty, pine-fresh car with an engine at the front, a simple foldaway roof in the middle and rear-wheel drive at the back? Lotus can make a sports car using nothing but a melted-down bathtub and the engine from a Rover. Alfa Romeo can make a sports car using steel so thin you can read through it, and an engine that won’t start. Then there was Triumph, which made a sports car even though its entire workforce was outside the factory warming its hands around a brazier and chanting.
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