Let me tell all of you about a little (large) car made be a little (large) company in Japan (well, Australian branch anyway), which goes by the name, of Mitsubishi.
Here down in the ass**** of the world (Australia and New Zealand), we were given a gift. A gift that could have been glorious, had good old Mitsi not plastered a big, fat F*** Y** on their own foreheads. This little (large) car's name is the 380. Now, I'm sure a large portion of you guys (and girls) have heard of the tire-burning V8's we live and love down here. The Holden Commodore and the Ford Falcon. This car, this 380, was built to contend with these GIANTS. And it would have done exactly that, had they not made the thing a F***ING FRONT-WHEEL DRIVE. Okay, okay, let's just look past that. Just forget and imagine that it was built with the power going to the right set of wheels. Now, the power band on this engine looks like scale of hotness of a Russian chick as she ages; it falls hard as you go up. But, my god, the low-end torque this thing shoves up your ass is nothing less than euphoric. This torque is delivered by a 3.8L 24 valve V6 hunk of aluminium. Well okay, we can fix that top-end with a little bit of boost, right? WRONG! This engine is built like a tank, but the rods are as skinny as an Ethiopian girl on a diet. So, we watched as the 380, which could have stood at that summit on which the Ford and the Holden stand on, dies within 3 years.
I'm an owner of a 380, this was just a rant on the thought-process (or lack thereof) of the people who brought this car into existence.
Also, the front of it is as ugly as sin.