When my best mate inquired what car I'd be using to drive him to the register office on his wedding day, he wasn't impressed with the response of Honda Accord. These would be the last minutes of his life as a bachelor, he exclaimed. He did not want to spend them in something a cab office would send.
I protested, sounding not unlike my rave review of the Accord in last month's MT, but eventually gave in and arranged for the loan of a Porsche Boxster Spyder. If the Honda Accord is the vehicular equivalent of a sexless 40-year marriage, this car is the motoring manifestation of smoking crack and sleeping with someone half your age.
In order to make it as light as possible, this car has been stripped of many things that make it in the least bit practical: there are fabric loops not door handles; the entertainment system has been removed to save three kilos; the air-conditioning has been dispensed with to save 12 kg; and the one-piece electric hood swapped for a manual two-piece item (weight saving: 21 kg).