I got to drive a Polaris Slingshot ages ago. One of my friends had one and we'd decided to take it to the industrial park behind my then-apartment complex to shoot some dope dusk photos with the Los Angeles skyline in the background. I'd never really understood the allure of the machine, so I went to help him and for the lark of the experience.
I was actually pretty surprised to find out how much stupid fun it was. Egg on my face.
That's not me saying I'm prepared to fork over my hard-earned cash on one, it's not my strawberry jam. But, after feeling the torque of the motor, having the ability to crank on the handbrake to initiate a slide, and then dumping the clutch to keep the slide going, all while you're exposed to the sights and sounds of the world: I get it.
