I like Saturns. They were good for what they claimed to be good at: providing a solid, dependable car that would get you from A to B with no fuss. They were good at other things, too…I’ve seen a late 1990s SL sedan whip all sorts of ass on an autocross with just good struts, a set of good tires, and a driver who drove like he hated the poor beast. I’ve seen Ion Red Lines with howling superchargers surprise the ever-loving hell out of Mustangs and Camaros doing the stoplight Grand Prix. But when a Saturn rolls up next to a Porsche 918…well, there’s a difference between hope and reality: you hope the Saturn wins, just to piss off the Porsche owner, but you know that it will take nothing short of divine intervention to make that happen. Same goes for a Lamborghini Huracan, or a Corvette Z06, or most other super cars. But it takes some cojones just to pull up alongside these cars and run them down the half-mile, and to be fair, for a front-driver with a four-banger, those margins of victory aren’t as large as they should be. Saturn driver, have yourself a tasty beverage of your choice…you may not have won against the heavy hitters, but you had the guts to go out there and try!