The Lancer has been in our fleet for a few months now, and its extravagantly sporty styling isn't as glaring to me as it first was. I slide behind the wheel, turn the ignition and the monster wing that dominates the rear-view mirror barely registers. I'll probably never truly be a fan of the car's fan-boy look, but the only aspects that make an impression me these days are the Lancer's positive ones. The satisfying feel of its shifter...
The fluid way in which said shifter travels from one gear to the next. Its composed suspension. And its pleasantly acquiescent clutch.
The look of the car continues to be a fascination for fellow motorists, though. On Saturday, I was pulling out of a parking lot and there was some guy staring at me like he knew me. I was wracking my brain trying to figure out if he was an acquaintance, but then he got to his car and I saw that it was a garishly modded-out Trans Am with sporty styling and a wing similar to that of the Mitsu's. Then it all made sense.
He gave me an approving nod once he got behind the wheel and I feebly nodded back. I'd made myself a wing buddy. You can never have enough friends, I guess.
Warren Clarke, Automotive Content Editor @ 13,805 miles
The look of the car continues to be a fascination for fellow motorists, though. On Saturday, I was pulling out of a parking lot and there was some guy staring at me like he knew me. I was wracking my brain trying to figure out if he was an acquaintance, but then he got to his car and I saw that it was a garishly modded-out Trans Am with sporty styling and a wing similar to that of the Mitsu's. Then it all made sense.
He gave me an approving nod once he got behind the wheel and I feebly nodded back. I'd made myself a wing buddy. You can never have enough friends, I guess.
Warren Clarke, Automotive Content Editor @ 13,805 miles
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