In 1981 we bought our 16 year old daughter a brand new ‘81 Honda Prelude. She never gave us a minute’s trouble with the car. But she’d accepted Christ as her Savior at 5 yrs of age, and been an honor student through HS. Praise Jesus!
So what? It's not the car, it's the driver.
You can kill or be killed in a Prelude as fast as a Corvette.
Reminded me of driving my new (to me) Prelude on a very empty, crossroad-free two-lane road out toward Vandenburg Air Force base, well north of Santa Barbara. I wanted to see how it would handle going over 100MPH, and the location seemed perfect for that. I stopped accelerating at 120. Smooth as silk.