All of my time spent in the M Roadster was with the top up, what with the unseasonably cool weather we had yesterday and today and the threat of rain. That's a shame, because there's something about the act of lowering a convertible top and the sheer pleasure of driving an open car that makes you forgive many a vehicle's foibles. Had the wind been blowing through my hair as I drove home last night, I probably could have overlooked the rough edges of the M Roadster, like the heavy clutch and throttle and the rather stiff-legged suspension that crashes over rough spots in the road. Around town, the M Roadster moves more like a krumper than a ballet dancer. That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy driving the M Roadster, but it needs several miles of twisty two-lane to really stretch its legs and show off its best attributes. Alas, those kinds of roads are in short supply on my daily commute. I was, however, able to open up the throttle on the freeway, where BMW's 330-hp inline-six shined, delivering almost instant acceleration as I upshifted through the gearbox. I just wish I'd been able to lower that top.
Amy Skogstrom, Managing Editor