I always viewed women with disdain for the things they like while unable to explain why. Like 4-inch heels and dental floss for beachwear. Now I know that men are worse.
No matter how terrible the ride and pain in the ass, men want and get those idiotic 20-inch plus wheels with equally idiotic low-profile tires, hard like plywood seats, bolsters that nobody needs but make you feel like sh*it ten minutes down the road, exhaust noise to impress their buddies and annoy everyone else in the 'hood, and 4k amps that rattle windows in the cars three lanes over. All that to assert the a-hole's imaginary superiority or as a cure to the second middle-life crisis.
Yesterday, I went to an upscale used car store in Lisle, Illinois (Diamond Motorwerks) to check out an XK Jag. Those fu*cking bolsters would be too narrow for any 6-foot man - even with bulimia. MB SLs were the same. I guess those are "look at what I just bought" cars - waiting for a sequel to
Ferris Bueller's Day Off I guess if it's "sporty" it must feel like sh*it and every crack in the pavement duly noticed.