The Morgan 3 Wheeler is the world's best worst car
None of the upsides of a car, and none of the upsides of a motorcycle.
What's a car?
Well in theory it should be practical, reliable, comfortable, inexpensive, and safe.
The Morgan 3 Wheeler is none of those things. But neither is it a motorcycle.
It somehow manages to achieve none of the upsides of a car and none of the upsides of a motorcycle. But yet, it's the greatest thing to ever grace this planet.
Because I'm not sure that a vehicle has ever existed before this one which so perfectly achieves all that it has set out to do.
The Morgan has no aspirations to be safe, reliable, practical or any other redeeming quality that one may want from a motor-vehicle.
No, because the Morgan Three Wheeler stands as an affront to all that is logical, it says "f*ck you!" to modern technology and any form of rhyme or reason.
The car itself is powered by an 87 horsepower S&S V-Twin engine, sending its power to the singular wheel at the back. All while having no traction control, stability control, ABS, or airbags.
If you screw up in this car you will die.
Becuase despite the fact that it has seatbelts, were the car to spin, slide or loose traction, chances are it will roll over and/or catch fire. But don't worry, those roll hoops at the back aren't even functional.
Yet, despite all of this I don't think that there is anything else on the face of this plannet that I want more than this three-wheeled death trap. I'd give my left kidney for this thing.
You're all cowards
Yes, you. You people, with four wheels, heated seats, windshields, front and rear defrosters, electric windows, doors, roofs. You, with your airbags, crumple zones, seat-belt tensioners, sound deadening, adjustable suspension, run-flat tires, cruise control, interior lights and heated seats that recline.
You have all been spoiled by the age of modern cars, half the time you don't even drive the car. You simply input a suggestion to the thing and it decides if what you've told it to do is safe or not.
And all this in this era of people who spend $100,000+ on luxury car rallies to get the feel for what "racing was once like". I want to roll up to the country club and watch as all of the perfectly-detailed Porsche 911 GT3RS' cower in fear as the three-wheeled Morgan comes into view.
There's no such thing as true driving anymore. And make no mistake, there is a war on driving. Cars are more and more disconnected from the driver than ever before. Now while this does bring about massive advantages when it comes to safety, there really is no replacement for sheer driving pleasure.
And while some may think that paying $18,000 for carbon-ceramic breaks on their Ferrari will help the get there, it won't.
No amount of money, rallies, or Lamborghinis will give you true driving pleasure.
But, if you're willing to risk your life in a wooden-framed deathtrap with an engine strapped to it, you might just reach driving Nirvana.