Something Nice for a Saturday

Now I want one, just to commemorate the review.

I'm not really a "car person." I love driving and I love my own car, but I don't really know anything about whips. Like, what makes the suspension on a 2009 Jeep better or worse than suspension on something else. Or, like, why it's good to have chrome wheels. I don't read car magazines, and I once went to a Funkmaster Flex car show just so that I could see Wyclef and Busta Rhymes perform. I just like being in the ride with the radio on.

But what I do like a lot, and know a little about, is good writing. And so, everyone should read this New York Times review of the Nissan Cube. An excerpt to entice you:

My view on bringing wacky Japanese-market cars here is that companies should strive to keep the product as un-Americanized as possible. Offer a shrimp-scented air freshener and a holographic hood ornament and a GPS system that includes maps of other planets: the whole appeal lies in cultural authenticity. This kind of car should be so Japanese that it makes me want to wear a Hello Kitty backpack, watch incomprehensible game shows and eat whales. I mean, research whales.

Ill.