Only one thing. The boot takes up the entire trunk. I'm thinking of sneaking it under the spare bed when the wife isn't looking. I hardly ever use it anyway.

 

Storage pockets in the door panels! Boy do I miss these. I usually take my wallet out while driving and have just found a place to put it, in the door handle on the inside. No rattles or squeaks, it's a HONDA!!!!!

 

I hate the fact that my Stook is not a Modena or 911 Turbo. Other than that, I love this car!

 

Hmmm...

I don't like the fake front bumper air ducts...

That's about it...

 

That I have to get out of it. Been thinking about getting out of the legal business and getting into pizza delivery. But I won't put the pizza in the car,plus, taking those corners at 50+ is bound to mess up the toppings.

 

Frustrating?
Ok... The 2000 model didn't have a clock.
It's ok, because I'll leave late and still arrive early.

LOL

 

I can relate to that! My family owns 4 Hondas, and all of them sound like a weak road runner doing it's meep meep thing.

How do you all feel about the digital speedometer? That was the only thing on the car that bothered me a little bit. I like to see the needles moving up.
I'm sure this topic has been beat like a dead horse in the past, but i'd like to hear a few thoughts.

 

The speedo is fine. I thought I'd want a classic speedo, but actually, the digital speedo and tach do really well.

I wish like many others that we had a glass window in the rear, but since I drive top down only, its not really a problem. No real complaints. Get one and you'll see!

 

The Rear window has to be the most annoying thing for me! It simply sucks and I think that the window should be replaced by a redesigned unit at Honda's expense. I take extremely good care of my cars and my window has been passionately cared for with Plexus and 3M plastic cleaner and polish, and it still has hairline scratches and minor damage. Major flaw in Design...

 

What's frustrating is when your dealer does some tsb work, and forgets to tighten the fluid check plug on the tranny, resulting in a 60 mile ride back home next to a big sweaty flatbed driver that loves to talk about his IRS troubles...