But damn if the pleasant memories of a misspent youth didn't find something partially resembling a classic British Roadster calling my name. Strangely it was doing so in a German accent.
And it was unapologetically impractical and comparatively underpowered. It was also low mileage, seemingly meticulously maintained and priced at right around what a restored MG-B or TR-6 would run and possibly a dime more than a Spridgit. And a warranty for another 60-60 wasn't too bad albeit higher than anything that didn't have 400 moving parts associated with a top that performed an impossibly choreographed mechanical dance that would gladden the heart of anyone that appreciates a mechanical movement. It's relegated to the outside as the Volt's charger is in the small-ish garage.
Anyway... the alleged car:



