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Something smells.

While driving through the 'burbs today, I saw a black Nissan GT-R with some big, flashy, wheels. Aside from the wheels being too much for the car, it reminded me that I have an issue of another sort with the GT-R.

It smells.

Before I explain that revelation, let me say that I've yet to drive a GT-R, and would very much like the opportunity to do so. It is apparently one bad you-know-what of a car. It's great looking, too. But it smells.

In 1980, my mother got her first sports car. It was a 280ZX 2+2 in silver with a blue and silver velour interior. In high school, my best friend had a Sentra. In 2005 I was one of the first to take delivery of the redesigned Pathfinder. All of these cars had one thing in common: they all smelled similar. Maybe it's the plastics and other materials that Nissan has been using all these years or maybe it's imported Japanese air (even from the factory in Tennessee), but there is a certain aroma consistent among Nissan products. But I'll be darned if I'm going to spend $70k+ for a GT-R that smells like my buddy's old P.O.S. Sentra from the '80's! No matter how good the performance of this car, I'll put my hard-earned (or lottery won) money into something that doesn't remind me of a crappy econobox or a 30 year old Z-car.

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