Want. Want, want want, want want.
Yes, it's out of my price range, but if I start saving now . . . And you know what? Shhhhhhhh . . . it's a hybrid. I know, right?!? The Fisker Karma, the world's first hybrid high performance luxury sports car. Made by a private joint venture out of Anaheim, CA, and manufactured in Finland. Even better looking, in my humble opinion, than the Jaguar, which to me is the ne plus ultra of beautiful car design.
From the website:
Finally, sustainable design without compromise. Introducing the Fisker Karma, the first true electric luxury vehicle with extended range and the freedom to plug in or fill up. With the ability to toggle between the all-electric Stealth Mode or fuel assisted Sport Mode with the simple shift of the paddle, the Karma delivers high impact performance while maintaining a low impact on the environment. The Fisker Karma -- a bold expression of uncompromised responsible luxury.
Yeah, buddy. Well, except for that last statement. The copy was fine until "responsible luxury." That's just kind of dumb.
What say you? Yay or nay?
24 comments:
Grrrhhrr. I am so missing the car lust gene and perfectly happy with my eggy-mobile :)
i configured mine with the sport package, "shadow" exterior and "monsoon tritone" interior. very nice car and the right philosophy.
Wow. It looks a whole lot better than a Prius.
bwahahahahahhaha.
You got good taste, Chica. But I always knew that.
I'll take mine in spruce green
ha ha @ Boxer--yep, thas' Prius crying in the corner over thar'.
Eggy: I have no idea where this gene came from. No one in my family has it--maybe a distant cousin somewhere, who knows. However, S.B. does seem to have it, which means we're destined never to own a car for more than about five years.
Chickory: I went with Sport Package (always), Inferno exterior and Black Sand monotone interior. I usually don't like red for a car unless it's a Corvette, but this color is more subdued.
Boxer: A friend of mind just bought that new Prius, the one with the solar roof that looks like a draft horse. I made fun of her for days. UGLY ass car.
Aunty: Preeetttttty.
Base price on this bad boy is $96K. You can get a Corvette for $50K - just saying.
I drive a 12 year old truck because I can't fit into either one of these cars. My carbon footprint is the size of Big Foot, but I haven't had a car payment in 6 years. My kids can worry about the environment.
Buzz: Oh, yeah, had a Corvette once. Ivan ate it. Right now, we're in sensible-sedan-aging-parents-can't-squeeze-into-a-coupe mode. So no, I won't be selling my soul in order to afford this beauty.
LOL LOL LOL @Buzz
Ooooooh, sweet. Very ... what's Fishy's word about the cars? Zoomy? I can't remember now. VERY VERY (insert Fishy's word) ... I'm too with Buzzy ... but wish mine was paid for!
Good afternoon Moi,
Wouldn't mind giving it a test drive. But the thought of getting in and out of something like that on a daily basis makes my back hurt. Besides what can you carry in that thing, maybe the purse that Boxer was going to buy for Coco?
@ Buzz: Your carbon foot print isn't as big as Prius owner that buys a new car every 5 years. Drive them till they drop.
Pam: Fizz. Fishy's word is FIZZ. This has more than a case of champagne's worth.
Karl: Getting groceries for two in the trunk is all I care about. I got a Jeep for everything else. So is that why men like trucks so much? They step up INTO them?
For me, Yes ma'am. Well and all the stuff you can pack into them. Gee whiz, there are time I worry about the windows blowing out when I slam the back door.
Karl: See there? Men look at women's purses and ask, "What on EARTH do you all carry around in there?" We look at men's trucks and wonder the same thing.
Perhaps were on the brink of solving the mystery of the ages. Ah probably not, but your are right.
Not really caring about cars, I'm perfectly happy with the much-here-maligned Prius -- out of the factory, nothing special, 80K miles on it, purchased new in spring of 2008. Nary a glitch, knock on wood.
One of my sons and his girlfriend drove the car out west early this summer, and she was pulled somewhere out there for going 100 mph. Not wind aided. It's certainly not a sporty car, but you can be going 80mph before even realizing it.
But like I say, I don't really car about cars. I think the last car I wanted was what Maxwell Smart was driving in the original Get Smart* TV series: an Opal GT. I was probably 8 years old. I learned years later that they didn't make such cars with automatic transmission, and that was the end of that.
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* Exec. produced, written by a czarist second cousin, who also later went on to create Mad Libs. Unfortunately I never met the guy, so he couldn't leave me a large chunk of residuals in his will.
Karl: I'm not so sure the differences are all that much of a mystery. As far as I can tell, each of us is still operating on Cro Magnon genetics at this point. (Taps foot at the slow-ass pace of the evolutionary process.)
Czar: Heh. That takes guts, homes, admitting in this here space that you drive a Prius. I do have to give it props, though, for having been well-built. No one I know who drives one has had a lick of trouble. Also: the Opal GT is a most awesome car and I hate automatic transmissions.
LOVE IT! DIVA approved! Only thing: The DJ would have to follow behind me, no way the Big Bear Man is fitting in that car, he can barely fit into the Mustang. Dang. (Although La Diva DOES love flying over the causeway over to Miami Beach solo in my little red machine, water to the left, water to the right, palm trees, islands, yachts and mansions....sigh.)
LOL to Buzzy's comments!
PS: Still can't get over the one bartender hired to handle the crowds at your event the other night. Yes, bartenders are supermen!
La Diva: Miami is a car town, for sure. I loved my daily commute from Miami Beach to downtown—it was totally like a movie and the only thing that would have made it even more awesome would have been a sports car. It's hard to be cool in a rented Focus, regardless of how hard you put the pedal to the medal :o)
I hope that bartender was paid well. Didn't see a tip jar, or is that considered louche?
I think at private parties there should be no tip jar under any circumstances. Why should guest go into their pockets to pay staff? A classy host will tip the bartender himself and add it into the cost of hire. I was at a Hollywood party hosted by the executive producer of Star Trek at his Hancock Park home about 10 years ago and the bartender had a tip jar! How declasse, I thought, the little "bumpkin" from Sydney!
La Diva: Gotcha. That makes total sense. Guests don't pay.
Come snarking if you can!
Moi---drive that new purty thang on over --come play--Haiku theme announced on Front Porch.
oh my goodness! i'm drooling over here!!!!!
More Sugar!
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