The bumpers are horrible, but not as bad as the tumors you would find on an 80s Countach. The air damn seems to be just that – you can see the front tires through the slats. The blocked off grille? I think I’d rather have the misaligned mesh. Still, the only thing I don’t like is the name. “Oscar India” makes me think this is a salute to the former reaches of the Empire. Nope.
“Oscar India” was just the internal code for the car, to throw people off the scent. Or maybe it did stand for the line’s October introduction. Or it was just a coincidence drawn from the last two registration letters of a Cessna 152.
Regardless, it is one of those names that would work for Nic Cage if he weren’t so into Ferraris.
Champagne would fall from the heavens. Doors would open. Velvet ropes would part. – Memphis Raines