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My qualifications for knowing this: I am a chick. I really really like cars. Fast ones.

I was raised in a hot rod family; my brother and uncles did chassis fab in the garage. I have a heart that pumps premium octane. There is so much to love about cars, especially fast ones.

The power pulling (or pushing—I’m not trying to marginalize you rear-wheel-drive people) you down the road and the maneuverability of a great sports car (can you say 50/50 weight distribution… yum). I have been guilty of allowing my RPM to climb close to redline when merging onto the freeway just to feel the torque. And when it’s one of those curvy onramps, it’s even better. Being pushed back into my bucket seats, holding just under 10 and 2; it’s really sexy.

Driving a fast car is sexy, and a girl would be lying if she said even riding passenger in a fast car wasn’t. Me, I prefer driving. Being a passenger isn’t my style unless there’s traffic and I’m in L.A., which happens to be where I live. So my husband gets to drive the fun car every now and then. But give me a long-distance road trip by golly and I’m on it!

It’s funny how we’re different, my husband and I. I own an RSX Type-S, a seriously fun car, and he owns a 1998 Saturn L1, a seriously boring—if not downright obnoxious—car. But I digress, we were talking about chicks, of which he is not. Just remember this if you remember anything: Girls love cars, they just don’t show it as much as men do.