Lexus IS 350

I approached anxiously. Tragically the car hadn't been washed and sat covered in dirt from the week's previous rain storm. Yet it still, despite the water spots, shined its beauty. Wrapped in Smoky Granite, it wasn't hard to catch the tight lines that start at the headlights and lead you gracefully back to the trunk. I climbed in, immediately engulfed in black leather and Bird's Eye Maple. I pushed the start button and the car roared to life. I pulled the door closed with a thud and buckled up. This wasn't a lazy boy like my current car, where space abounds and you are lead to believe you are driving on pillows rather than tires. This car was tight. Snug. It was form fitting, like a custom tailored Armani suit. In fact, it was like a young, reckless boxer in an Armani suit.

I eased out of the parking lot so as to not call attention to myself or invoke concern in the salesman's heart. That was the last time I gently eased into the accelerator. I headed for the freeway. I dropped the hammer and the acceleration was immediate. Instant Gratification. Thankfully the 300 horsepower was being pushed to the rear wheels and the power felt harnessed and controlled, unlike that in a Mazdaspeed 3. Later, I took a corner hard and fast, one that would have had the Vehicle Skid Control beeping and screaming at me in the GS 300. Here it felt I was driving on rails. Overly impressed. If the gas light and my good conscience hadn't played their cards I could have spent hours paddling my way to speeds normally reserved for empty interstates. Lexus, known far more for luxury than sport, has a winner on their hands. As one who has lusted over the Infiniti G35/G37 for a decade now, I didn't believe my heart could be won over easily. However , the IS 350 accomplished that in just under 6 seconds.