Here is the first few paragraphs from Esquire's Car of the Year article.
Picking a car of the year is not a scientific business. It's
about priorities. If you're a single guy with an unlimited amount of
dough, you should get an Audi R8. If you hate fun as much as you love
patchouli, buy a hybrid. (Or for a green car that actually kicks ass,
see the BMW 335d.) And if you're a subscriber of Mexican Drug Lord Quarterly,
your car of the year would definitely be the Knight XV, a $295,000
armored SUV that looks like something you'd buy if DMX were mad at you.
Here at Esquire, we have our own set of priorities. First and
foremost, we believe the car of the year should be able to stir the ol'
loins — you need to feel a little tingle of excitement every time you
grab those keys. Yet, unlike the $115,000 R8, it should also be
attainable for most men. Our car should be sharp enough to impress a
date and restrained enough to park next to your boss. It's a vehicle
that is thrilling but not profligate, handsome but not faddish. We
wanted to select a car that fulfills the mundane, practical needs of
year-round transportation but also packs enough beans under the hood to
give you a queasy feeling when you realize the guy in the Porsche is
instigating a race — and you're about to take him up on it.
After much driving and much debate, there was only one conclusion: The Esquire Car of the Year is the 2010 Ford Taurus SHO.
LINK: Esquire.com Car of the Year article
