Wrong-o on that trunk space, compadres. I stuffed the Z roadster's trunk with one Tumi roller computer briefcase, two large stuffed totebags, and one large overstuffed backpack. I was shocked, I tell you! Shocked! And, as Amy mentioned, when you drop the top (which takes a lightning fifteen seconds and a twist of a large latch), it doesn't use any of that precious cargo space.
And how about those six cupholders for the two occupants? Granted four are so shallow as to be useless, and the two that can accommodate the larger diameter of a one-liter water bottle sit underneath the bulge of the door handle rendering them height-compromised. I used one in the center right in front of a 12v outlet to hold my phone and its charger.
Otherwise, I have to agree that this car is lost somewhere between a Mazda Miata (which is less powerful but simply more fun) and a Porsche Boxster (which is just way more of everything). I could not get comfortable in the broad flat seat, and the ride is a bit slappy on expansion strips, which might have more to do with the 18" wheels than anything else.
Still, it was a magic weekend in Michigan - one that demanded a convertible. I had miles and miles to go and I enjoyed every one with the top down, even the twenty miles I drove through a deluge. The aerodynamic shaping of the Z roadster's body, along with the slope of windshield, the height of the windows, and the little glass piece between to two headrests all work together to keep air flowing straight over your head and not down on top of you. It was absolutely remarkable. I had the wipers going full-tilt-boogie and the only water inside the cabin after almost thirty minutes was a fine spray on the glass divider, and a dozen drips on the back of each side armrest.
And then the sun came out.
Jean Jennings, President & Editor-in-Chief