Volt envy

I was really sad the day General Motors took my Chevy Volt away. But it wasn’t mine to keep. GM had appointed me to a special Consumer Advisory Board, which amounted to being one of fifteen “test pilots” across America who got to drive and critique a Volt for three months.

When I first drove the Volt, having been a proud Prius driver for the past five years, I was initially put off by its relative heaviness, which seemed to cause an unnecessary waste of power just to propel the car. On the other hand, I was really impressed with the control panel, the array of electronics, the amazing stereo sound, and the full-time help and assistance through the On-Star System. I also appreciated the Volt’s steering radius. It was the tightest and best I’ve experienced in any car, foreign or domestic.

But after a few weeks behind the Volt’s wheel, I found myself enjoying it more and more, increasingly enamored of the car’s power and performance.  It was like driving a cross between a Prius and a Camaro.  I’m sure you’ve heard the advertising slogan by now: “The Volt is more car than electric.” In my experience, this was truth in advertising.

The Volt is just what the doctor ordered to get America off our addiction to oil because the car embodies all the things the American market wants:  power, safety, reliability, styling, luxury.  Although I got a thrill from feeling the g-forces whenever I accelerated,  truly the best feature of the car is that it’s electric. I can’t tell you how good it felt to not go to a gas station for the entire time I had the car (except for the last week when I went on a long road trip).  Instead, I just plugged the car into a special 240 volt charger in my garage every night, and that usually gave me enough juice for my daily commute.

With gasoline prices leaping off the charts, I really miss the Volt.

(Stay tuned for more).