Like most performance snobs, I tend to turn up my nose at any attempt to numb the driving experience. And yet, I very much like and respect the Lexus LS. In a day when we have 5000-pound crossovers that claim to be sport coupes and Cadillac sedans lapping the Nürburgring, the LS demonstrates a refreshing purity of purpose and a near obsessive commitment to proper execution. Every aspect of this vehicle, from the one-finger effort steering to the smooth-as-glass eight-speed transmission is finessed to be as unobtrusive as possible. One gets the sense that even the V-8 power is there simply to make pulling away from a light more convenient. For me, all this makes for a rather uneventful commute home. But for the wealthy buyer who views driving not as pleasure to be enhanced or a way to make a fashion statement but rather, as a task to be facilitated, the LS is very close to perfection.
David Zenlea, Assistant Editor