By arguing that past supercars like the Lamborghini Diablo existed for hairy-armed gorillas to stew about in all 'hot and bothered,' the author posits that despite higher dynamic limits, modern supercars are more accessible and friendly. Capable of pottering down to the corner supermarket without fear of emergency dental work and/or suffering some sort of mechanical malady, they've become estrogen-enhanced.
Butler-Henderson pegs the introduction of Acura’s NSX as the genesis of the ‘female-friendly’ supercar (we prefer to think of them simply as more useable and reliable). With heretofore unseen ergonomic refinement, daily-driver tractability, reliability and even decent mileage, the NSX redefined what an exotic could be.
Of course, throwbacks to the hard-edged, bite-you-in-the-arse school of supercardom remain readily available. Butler-Henderson points to her bout with a particularly tempestuous Aston Martin Vanquish S, but virtually any TVR promises a single-minded performance experience, with the caveat of a not unsizeable asterisk by reliability and comfort.
For the record, Autoblog's editors are petitioning the powers at Weblogs Inc. for an Ariel Atom company car. Orange, please.