Few cars I've driven have drawn the kind of stares and admiration from almost everyone within gawking distance. The Fisker Karma is one hot looking car. Trust me, pictures do it only meager justice.
But I worry that the body sends messages that don't quite jibe with what the soul delivers. This is a light tofu dinner in the body of Death-by-Chocolate. Your eyes expect gut punching, road-ripping performance. Climb in and your guts may miss that punch but you'll enjoy yourself in other ways.
Really, the Karma's a remarkable automobile. I just hope it can attract enough of the right kind of customers, the ones who want what's inside as much as they want what's outside.
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