Long story short, car is in the shop overnight so the car store rented me a Chevy Aveo. I have never felt ever that I was going to die in a car, but after driving 9 miles in this POS on city streets with slush and packed snow, I have looked over the brink and seen my life flash before my eyes. I know it's a light car, but other small cars I've had before ('78 Renault R5, '80 Accord, '83 Accord, '85 Cavalier) have NEVER scared me this much. It has NO traction, even with decent looking tires, and horrible directional stability. Camaro's with performance summer rubber were beating me off the line at stoplights. This thing may be marginal in the dry, but it is NOT drivable in the winter.
I'm not paying for the rental, but I have surely lost a lot of weight, the old-fashioned way, the way wrestlers drop weight. Chevy should just market this thing as an alternative to Ex-Lax. My washing machine will be getting a workout soon. Maybe I should just throw my shorts away.
I'm not paying for the rental, but I have surely lost a lot of weight, the old-fashioned way, the way wrestlers drop weight. Chevy should just market this thing as an alternative to Ex-Lax. My washing machine will be getting a workout soon. Maybe I should just throw my shorts away.