All cars great and small: Very positive review of the upcoming Smart car. I so want one. Sixty miles per gallon.
Mine was a convertible, done up in a crisp silver metallic. Inside, the car is surprisingly roomy and, true to its name, cleverly designed. The passenger seat is set back several inches to make the driver’s view more panoramic and give the passenger a bit more legroom.
If the driver’s flying solo, he can fold the passenger seat flat, turning it into a table with a built-in cupholder. A cargo shelf in back holds enough luggage for a business trip, and the dashboard offers plenty of cubby space for cell phones and BlackBerrys.
A bonus: easy parking:
I simply found a gap between two parked cars and pulled in. Perpendicularly. With the front wheels squared against the curb, the Smart’s little rear end didn’t stick out much past the cars next to it.
And apparently fun to drive:
[…] the Fortwo, with its wheels pushed far into its corners, handled the curves with go-cart aplomb.
When I think about the fact that my Nissan Altima hauls only me around 90% of time, I get a little ill. I’ve seriously considered a motorcycle, which would be much less wasteful, but I live in South Dakota, so I could only drive it six or seven months out of the year.
(I’ve often thought there should be a car-to-human weight ratio limit. Take the average amount of weight and cargo you move around, and multiple that by…15. That’s the maximum vehicle weight you can buy. Draconian, yes, but desperate times call for…you know.)