It's not like this thing is an Austin Healey Sprite or some kind of clapped-out, fuel-leaking old POS that's a decade past end-of-life. If you're looking for an excuse to ditch a car you're not really into, why do you need that? I'm finding women love this thing. My first car was a 240Z. It wasn't the reason I bought it, but I thought the girls would like it. They didn't care. They did love the Subaru wagon art car that followed (plus, the extra space was handy). Didn't expect women to care about this one, but I'm wrong again. I have never dated a woman who demanded I changed out a car I loved because of her opinion of it—she's free to drive whatever soul-sucking eunuchmobile she wants and can afford, after all. Of course, I'm single, but I'm a loner who won't be controlled (and I'm not a controller, either), so I'm pretty happy staying this way. Some people aren't, but that would seem a pretty shaky ground to be on if the relationship hinged on the dislike of a car.