“…I would say, ‘Go to Hell.’ If I were human.” – Commander Spock
This too was star-crossed. The numbers were right, when I needed to get rid of the Flex, it’s running expenses, looming repairs, and checkered history.
The Mileage was right in both senses. It started with just 40 on the clock. That meant the 51K mIles I put on it were almost entirely under warranty. (More on that in a minute.) The miles per gallon, on average, was 35-50% better (27, spirited, vs. 18 driving normal or 20 as a wannabe hypermiler).
I loved the styling of the “Trekking” model. What a difference a fascia and a real color make. See for yourself.
It came loaded with swag: alloys, Beats audio, nav, two-panel moon roof (and the usual windows, locks, cruise). All for $16K (because they couldn’t sell it as new).
It was the master of long-distance road trips, swallowing the 12 hours between my kid’s home and school without a sweat, even over the Rocky Mountains. And all those windows to soak up all the scenery.
Chicks dug it.
On the other hand…