Here’s a really in-depth look at the true beigemobile late-’90s Nissan Altima at Curbside Classic. I still remember these things being new.
I can tell I’m in a Nissan blindfolded I think. While there is a big power difference between dads Altima, and my brothers 337, they both feel the same from a passengers perspective. Something about their suspension and/or frame just feels rotten to me. I can’t explain it better than it feels like some kind of box on wheels. It makes me sad since the first car I was allowed to drive on my own was a Datsun 510 with the 4 speed stick.