For a while, I was lamenting the fact that this S2000 didn't come equipped with a top that I could lower or deploy single-handedly, but one drive in the CR changed my tune. Scrapping the folding top makes the transition to topless running a two-person affair, but it gave engineers space to add additional chassis braces. The result is a roadster that's virtually free of the flex and shimmy usually associated with its ilk. Impressive.
So, too, is the driving experience--the S2000 fits like a glove, screams like Janet Leigh in her final scene in Psycho, and rotates faster in the corners than an F5 twister tearing through Kansas. I purposely relegated my commute in this car to the most curvaceous roads in the area, although it made me hours late for an office festivity one evening. I wasn't bowled over by the tight cockpit, the fixed steering column, or the ergonomic curiosities, but compared to the only other roadster that handles better--the Caterham 7--these are but minor complaints.
Evan McCausland, Web Producer