I very much wanted to love my little Honda S600. It looked so cute and cuddly. And on paper, it had all the qualifications and specifications of a mechanical marvel. It was strictly my fault, but I ended up…well, not exactly hating the car – that’s too strong a word – but the S600 and I definitely didn’t see eye to eye. Why? Because I dreaded driving it. It’s as simple as that. The Honda S600 was a pain both in town and on the highway, and that became the main reason I sold the car six months after I bought it. More about the driving experience in a moment.
I bought the car after a flight back to California from the East Coast. This was in 2001. I had a layover in Phoenix, so I plunked myself down in the waiting area and, from the next seat, picked up an abandoned copy of the Arizona Republic. First thing I turned to, naturally, was the classified section, and there, under Collector Cars, was an ad for a 1964 Honda S600 roadster. The owner was asking $8,000, which seemed reasonable enough. I took down his phone number and, when I got home, called him.