Yesterday the Twitterverse was filled with snark about the Chevrolet Volt, the best of which was provided by Iowahawk. (“The Electric Government Kool-Aid Battery Acid 40 Mile Trip” is choice, maybe even prime.) I have no doubt that GM can move 10,000 of these in the first year: the last Chevy dealer in Hollywood probably has that many names on a waiting list. But inevitably, there are some things that this car — most contemporary cars, says Jonny Lieberman — won’t do well:
The Mercury also performed one other amazing feat, one that 99.9 percent of other modern cars simply can’t do as well. I went ahead and prepaid for a tank of gas. Meaning that if we returned the Grand Marquis on anything more than an eighth of a tank, they’d be getting both my money and my gas! As it happened, Connecticut experienced record-breaking heat that weekend — 100 degrees Fahrenheit and 100 percent humidity. So, we left the car idling all day with the A/C set to Max. Whenever any of us felt a heat stroke coming on, we’d simply dip into the near-frozen Grand Marquis for a quick cool down. And this may have been the sun talking, but after a few hours I swear the windows began icing up.
I am heartened by the fact that this took place in New England; had it been in Texas, the Thou Shalt Not Drive Much crowd would have dismissed it as being, well, Texan.
Personal note: My ex used to own a Grand Marquis, but traded it for a Ford Five Hundred, which line became the new Taurus. Why, yes, she was born in Texas. Why do you ask?