Of course I have a clown icon to remind you of the kinds of silly things that are important to you compared to me. All this talk of looks and interior and seconds and engine hp and on and on. None of that has the slightest worth in judging a car. I, because I suppose, and for reasons I can't tell, learned to think some how, and was able almost instantly to determine that the only long term sensory contact of any importance I would ever have with a car was through my ass. Ergo, the ony test any car needs to pass is the ass test. Is it comfortable when you sit in it. Does you butt feel like it went to heaven. If so you have a million dollar car regardless of what kind it is. At the moment the greatest car in the world is the Cadillac Deville. It doesn't even have to be new. If you are on a budget, the fact that the Caddy isn't thought of as top tier is a blessing in disguise. Course you gotta be able to aford gas but mine will do 31 mpg or even 34 at about 55 mph on the freeway. And who cares if that's slow. Who wants to get anywhere when you're ass is in heaven. Some day you may learn to be able to think.