If you are looking for a car in which to be pleasantly ignored — something to run around in, in a soothing fug of anonymity — then may I not recommend the Audi R8 Spyder. It gets looks. Lots of them. Constantly. Indeed, it is hard to know how this new convertible version of Audi’s admired supercar could more successfully draw attention to itself without rearing up on its hind wheels and doing Single Ladies , complete with the dance moves.
I should add, though, that the kind of attention the R8 Spyder attracted when I drove it was almost entirely benign and, indeed, borderline worshipful, rather than, as I had nervously anticipated, involving resentful hand gestures. Maybe I just didn’t drive up the right streets. Or maybe I drove up them too fast.
I certainly noticed people snatching photos of the Spyder’s fleeting form on their mobile phones— sometimes from the passenger seats of moving vans. I passed a bus stop thronged by schoolboys at one point and induced a perfect unison head-swivel. Occasionally, returning to the car, I would have to clear a path to its door through the crowd that it had drawn. And every now and again, on a pedestrian crossing, someone would raise an approving thumb. All in all, my hours with the Spyder were a brief but impressive insight into what life must be like for Cheryl Cole.http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/driving/new_car_reviews/article7084867.ece
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