No, that's not a saying from my dad or any sage advice from me. Normally I'd be talking about a tire iron and how I'd wield it on the next person who took the last friggin' parking spot in ALL OF BROOKLYN! FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, CAN'T I GET A PARKING SPOT. Ahem, pardon me! Okay, most of the time I don't need a big car. Or a small car. Or even a mini. I need a micro car. I need a Smart Car. Well, looky-look! Smart is coming to the shores of the U.S.! Now, before you start in with the death trap talk, keep in mind this isn't an interstate hauler. This is a toot around the city where we're going, what, 45 mph at most? Gotta run an errand to the Upper West Side? Gotta grab some pizza at DiFara's? Gotta pick up a friend at the airport (who, uh, travels light)? That's what this car was made for. Take your gargantuan Mini on the highway!