Everything. The End.
No, but
really. I love everything about the car. But that’s not the end of it. It
doesn’t mean there aren’t certain things which I like more than others. For
example, the steering. I love the steering. Everything from the tactual feel of
the wheel itself to the feedback I get when I turn it. To me, it feels just
right. It doesn’t feel artificially weighted, nor is it one-finger twirlable
(yes, that’s a word starting now). I love it more than I love the engine, but
it doesn’t mean the engine is bad. It took a bit of time to accept the fact
that it has no low-end torque. I’ll never be able to rip through the gears like
I used to in my Z28, but use the FA20 boxer engine right, and in the BRZ’s
lightweight body, it’s just about acceptable. The fact that it makes all of its
power right before redline is exciting. Get it above 5k rpm’s and the car pulls
harder and harder until the shift point.
I also love
the seats. In Limited spec, they are beautiful black leather and alcantara,
well-bolstered pieces of ass-accommodating excellence held together by
contrasting red stitching. Get the Limited spec, and the cabin looks and feels
significantly better and will undoubtedly age better than the bland and basic
Premium model. Another thing I like about the BRZ is the exterior styling. I
think it’s superior than that of the FR-S because of the two protrusion at the bottom of the front bumper on the FR-S look like the mandibles of an insect, and things such as LED daytime running lights and rear spoiler don’t exist on the FR-S. Overall,
however, both sisters look special inside and out, and it’s what the owners of
these cars want.
Now, moving
on to my most favorite thing about the BRZ. What this car excels at the most in
is the driving experience it provides. The driver sits low, feet forward and
steering wheel (with no buttons on it
because it’s function is solely to steer the car) at a perfect distance, with
the shifter and its sublime action exactly the right distance from the driver.
Notch it into first, feather the clutch and gas and pull away with ease. No
drama. No difficulties. But instantly, the cars lightweight and sensitivity to
input is felt. The steering, although electrically assisted, feels sublime, and
I personally would’ve never known unless I hadn’t read it on the spec sheet.
Every little input of the wheel or throttle has a direct output. Out of all the
cars I have driven, this feels by far the most alive; it’s comparable to a
go-kart. Or, think of it as one of those open wheel track cars but with actual
amenities in it, making it easy to live with day to day. A more practical and
comfortable Lotus Elise? You get my point.
This is my
sixth car, and I truly want my brain to permit myself to keep it for at least 3
years so I can develop lasting memories with it. There’s no reason why I should
crave a different car in the foreseeable future unless I have a family, get
morbidly obese, or the world turns into a snowpocolypse. What about my desire
for speed? I say I love racing and motorsports more than anything, so how can I
give up speed? Well, I own a Honda CBR954RR, so I have that to fall back
on if the desire for unbelievable acceleration and speed capabilities insatiable
by my BRZ give me sleepless nights.
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