Dan Neil knows how to write about cars. The lede to today’s column —
When I drive the Lexus SC430, I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and let’s just leave it at that, hmmm?
The SC430 — as polished as a manor house banister, as smooth as Napoleon brandy strained through Naomi Wolf’s silk stocking — is that mightily maligned thing: a chick car.