The Global Warmer of My Dreams

The combination of its sheer beauty and Dan Neil's journo-snottiness makes me want to go out and buy this thing. 

Feast your eyes on this loveliness and then take in the obstreperously moralistic tone that can be achieved today only by an exquisitely proper journalist...

One of the few vehicles on the market that can still reliably return single-digit fuel economy during a night on the town, the LWB's efficiency is—and I mean this in the nicest way possible—negligent (EPA-rated 14/19/16 mpg, city/highway/combined).

And that is only one of the ways the LWB is a paragon of moral decay. It is obscenely fast—0-60 in 5.5 seconds—wretchedly comfortable, and belligerently large.

The LWB is how you roll when you just don't care. Really. Don't care.

I want one.  But somehow I fear the ghost of my 1st Gen Irish-American father awaking from his blissful heavenly repose in the afterlife to actively haunt me for even thinking of spending $122,000 on an automobile.  Trust me, I want to roll like I just don't care, rolling over preening pricks of Neil's ilk, but I can't.  Rest in peace, Dad.