I was on my favorite path home last night (twisty) in the wagon, stuck behind an older gentleman in a Z, who categorically refused to go through corners at any speed at all. I'd try to create a gap so that I could have fun, and he'd slow up so much that it still ruined it. Why buy a sportscar if you're afraid of corners?
I've also found that the wagon gets less attention. I don't get nearly the number of rice encounters that I did in my sedan. It's a relief, actually.