I was going to be driving up and down the Valley for the best part of four days and Avis bollixed up my reso somehow so the usual mostly-harmless mid-size wasn’t available. “Wanna Blazer?” the redcoat said and I said “Whatever”; F2F with the Blazer I was reminded it’s an SUV the size of one of new high-density Vancouver townhouses. I couldn’t face the thought of hauling this ill-formed mass of steel up and down the California tarmac, and as I was walking back to say “No” passed a row of Prii so I said “Prius” instead and the guy said “You sure? They’re weird, no key, can’t figure ’em out myself.” And you know, it’s not bad at all.
What with orbiting between Sun’s Menlo Park and Santa Clara offices and once over the mountains to Half Moon Bay, I put a lot of miles on the little goober and only burned half a tank. There are irritants: the driver’s seat needs a height adjustment and you could use a little more pep in some perhaps not entirely necessary but nonetheless expedient freeway maneuvers. But it’s nimble, turns well even at speed and is for most purposes entirely adequate. And in slow stop-and-go it oozes along way quieter than most anything. Plus, you can drive in the HOV lane.
And somehow, I’m charmed by pulling into a parking spot, pushing the “Park” button and the “On/Off” button. Geeks just like buttons I guess. Pity it’s such an ugly little sucker; I could totally see going for some sort of upscale hybrid next time out.