“…I would say, ‘Go to Hell.’ If I were human.” – Commander Spock
This is Leonard. Much like Mr. Nimoy, Leonard has moved on. Not like my old Festiva, ripped away from me. More like the star-crossed, brake-eating Flex. Or the Jeep. Buh-bye.
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.
Sorry for the absence – real life intervened. I currently have a day job that requires me to do actual work, all the time. It also has a “computer use policy” and a “you only get paid for billable time” policy.
Waah. I know.
On the bright side, I got rid of the baggage hauler in favor of something waaaay cheaper per month a bit less staid. And one that replaces conservative convenience and unfailing practicality with a fair amount of lunacy, from the wacky front fascia, to the not QUITE Abarth turbo, to secret door locks to a low step in and room for dogs who are unlikely to be allowed to ride in it.