Rash statement alert!

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BMW Z4 courtesy of bmwusa.comI really should’ve blogged about this earlier for the sake of a few told-you-so’s later on, but here goes: the BMW Z4 is a fantastic-looking car that will become a future design classic. That’s right, you heard it here first. Well, provided the motoring press in your part of the world hasn’t already changed its mind, that is.

Yes, despite the fact I’ve yet to see one in the metal, I’m in awe of the car already. I think I heard someone describe its styling recently as looking as if someone had attacked it with a machete and I couldn’t agree more. But what wonderful swordsmanship! I honestly can’t think of a car that’s struck me by its magnificence as much as the Z4. The thing belongs in a design museum, not on a car dealer’s forecourt.

Viewed from the side, the proportions have an echo of the Jaguar E-Type... but it looks better. The rear end, something that many manufacturers seem to have particular difficulty with, is one of the best-executed I’ve seen. The three-quarters view from the front shows a hint of shark-nose — especially in that gun-metal grey — that instantly lends it a sleek agression. And, oh, the sweetness of the wheels! Frankly, it looks every inch a concept car, but one that’s made it into production blissfully uncompromised.

And you know what? I don’t even mind that they’re charging a minimum of £30k for it. It only seems right that you should pay good money for something that special. I just wish I could afford one!

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