Ah, those Chrysler guys. Not having offended me enough with the butt-ugly 300, they've chosen to lengthen the car to 6" longer limousine proportions. But before you let loose those water cannons, friends, let me assure you I've already been tarred-and-feathered by the millions of Chrysler 300 fans. It's not that I don't like Chrysler; in fact I've admired the company ever since my uncle Harvard - once a tool-and-die designer for the firm - beat the cops in a Detroit-Toronto race to ticket him for driving his Chrysler Imperial way, way over the speed limit. But I can't get comfortable with that massive truck-like grille or those gunslit windows. That said, this machine looks far better as a limo. And I'd be happy to ride in the back where I could appreciate the rear writing tables, two 12-volt power ports for computers/cell phones, the footrests and lighted vanity mirrors, and the directional reading lights. But where are the champagne glasses, Chrysler? For shame!