Because the interface matters.

Welcome to The Analog Sportscar, a kind of… “love letter” to driving as most of us have always known it. It’s no secret that motoring is in the midst of a paradigm shift; one so seismic it certainly spells the end of pure, unfettered driving as we know it, and may very well signify the twilight of “driving” at all. Full stop. This is not fear mongering, and we are not Luddites, but as a hardened cadre of dyed-in-the-Wilton-wool car junkies and driving purists, we feel an ode is justified. We may eventually be subsumed into the Matrix-like bliss of self-driving SUV’s and intelligent highways like everyone else, but we aren’t going down without a fight. Or at least a serenade.

The Analog Sportscar is that serenade.

So get out and enjoy driving your old iron and aluminum. Feel the road through the steering. Let the tires scrabble for grip. Listen to camshafts and valves instead of podcasts. The road is still a wonderful and involving place to be, and it matters.