You need a shoehorn to enter or exit the front seat.
Drive over any imperfection in the roadway and, chances are, the suspension will spring your head firmly against the metal support rod for the convertible top.
When the oversize performance
tires slip into those ruts in the interstate pavement, you unexpectedly veer left or right as the treads search for level ground.
There's no room to carry a suitcase, much less a suit.
There's no window. Instead, you zip open or closed a
plastic flap where the glass normally would be and reach your arm out in the general direction of the tollbooth, which you can't see well, and hope the tithe makes it into the pot.
You have to forgo a trip... Read More