I've decided to devote today's column to a topic we all know and love: automotive styling. Now, you may not be aware of this, but I happen to be something of an expert on automotive styling, thanks to my time at Porsche. "The 911 could use a little freshening," I would say to my co-workers, as I walked through the hallowed halls of our offices in Stuttgart. "Are you supposed to be here?" they would reply. It was an excellent time, and there are a lot of things that I really miss about it, namely the tradition, and the passion, and the camaraderie, and the health insurance.
Anyway: back to styling. Regular readers will note that I tend to avoid writing about styling, except when it's absolutely necessary, like that time I did a column on how the Lexus corporate grille could, at any moment, sprout fangs and begin eating defenseless schoolchildren. That was a public service announcement, really.