I’m not 100% sure why, but I’ve always loved Avantis. Well, I’m 100% sure I love them because my old man loved them, but he wasn’t 100% sure why. At least he never told me why. Usually, when he loved a car, he had excellent reasons. Like his Datsun 280Z, “It was an engine with four-wheels. That’s it.” Or his father’s 1953 Buick Roadmaster, “How can you beat a car named Roadmaster?” But with Avantis, he always just sort of cracked a smile and told me how much he liked ‘em, providing no explanation. As you can see from the photo, a good reason why isn’t needed — you can just like away. Irrationally even.