Even dirty and worn out, this 2006 Kia Amanti is still the best car I’ve ever owned. All the charisma of Forest Whitaker’s eye for the price of a Peloton. The kind of car that will clip a tie to your polo. The Kia Amanti corners flatter than the Earth and communicates the road to you like a teenager in the backseat.
Automakers simply can’t craft cars that ooze success and congeal quality the way an Amanti does. You pull up in one of these and people will ask you an hour later, “When did you get here?” You’re fashionably late while being responsibly on time, and that’s the kind of adulting I subscribe for.