Planning for afternoon traffic, I arrived in plenty of time to stroll the streets, hit up H&M’s buy one get one free sale, change my clothes in the restroom at TWELVE and meet a fun gal at the lobby bar who told me the story of her first Saturn, a going away to college gift.
Araba Dowell of GM gave me a Saturn reviewer lanyard and a mini Saturn backpack with some pamphlets and Spanish brochures. We joked later that we were glad at least the photographs were in English.
Bloggers were ushered to the waiting vehicles, offered keys and laminated driving routes to an eleven minute all right hand turn course. Very anti-Nascar.
Paired up with Dawn Camp of myhomesweethome, I snagged the keys for the 2 door Sky convertible, stashed my Hemmie’s bag in the tiny trunk then convinced one of the GM guys to take off the top.
Unlike the push button automation of my friend’s Mercedes convertible, it took three of us to manually lower and stow the Sky’s small cloth top. Inside, you have to twist a lever and push up on the lid, disconnecting it from the windshield. Getting out of the car, you have to open the clamshell tonneau cover, disconnect 2 pins to free the roof, then accordion the whole thing into the trunk well. Closing the cover perfectly is not easy either and though we thought we had it right, as we drove away the dash lit up telling us the trunk was ajar, accompanied by a soft bell alarm. As much as we ignored it, the alarm and the dashboard light stayed on. At one red light Dawn tried forcing the cover into place, without success.
I could blame the missed turn on the distraction of the dinging bell, the wind snarling my hair, or all the fun gadgets of the small roadster, but honestly, even though our version was an automatic, the Sky was just too much fun to drive, zipping through turns, accelerating past buses, then braking smoothly to make that tight u-turn back.
I’d like to see this car with a few extras, like real chrome, classier buttons and dials, a purse hook, an upgraded stereo and navigation system, and more comfortable seats. I was cramped with my knees against the steering column, and I’m only 5’8”. I can’t imagine a tall man in this car, but at least he’d be able to stash his sunglasses and wallet in the secret compartment in the interior rear wall.
Despite the roof difficulties, zero trunk or purse space, one—and one is the appropriate number for this car— would turn heads driving this baby around town, and sometimes that’s all one wants to do.When we returned the car to the watch-tapping Saturn employee, she reluctantly handed over the keys to another car. This time to Dawn and for the biggest one they make.
The 2009 Saturn Outlook.
Dawn has eight kids. She needs lots of seats. I like big dogs and Costco, so I need cargo room. The Outlook XR has both, with some extras I thought only came with its pricier counterparts: dual moon roofs, XM radio, Bluetooth and Onstar technology, a navigation system, ceiling mounted DVD player and easy access to third row seats via folding and reclining second row seats, (similar to reclining in a coach class seat on Delta).Once I got past the strong synthetic smell—more plastic than new car—I could appreciate the expansive interior of this eight passenger vehicle. As large as the Outlook is, it maneuvers like a smaller car and rides just as smoothly. Unlike some SUVs, you won’t feel the “truck” of this vehicle until you need to haul Grandma’s couch, move the kid to college or tow the boat to the lake. Then, you’ll be glad you have this Saturn in your arsenal.
The first thing I noticed about GM’s Saturn line was the streamlined, sporty, European exteriors. On the road they could easily be mistaken for much more expensive vehicles.The Aura, of which Saturn offers four models, was no exception.
This Camry and Accord competitor had plenty of head, shoulder and leg room in the backseat with good visibility, avoiding both the possibility of rear seat carsickness or knees bumping into the driver’s back.
Slipping into the driver’s seat, I forgave the synthetic smell and stiff Mexican leather once I found the seat heaters and snuggled into the perfectly aligned lumbar support. The dashboard’s cheesy faux wood grain and washing machine dials were retro in a bad way lending to the I-wish-I-made-more-money-but-this-will-do-for-now appeal.
And then, I found the paddle shifters. Something Saturn calls TAPshift.
Before arriving at the TWELVE lobby in Atlantic Station, I had done a little research about Saturns, thinking I had to be able to speak comparatively, as I can be a bit of a car snob. Driving a new luxury sports car can spoil a girl. And, given the fact that the last car review I participated in was hosted by Porsche, I wanted to keep my perceptions real.
So when I put the Aura in manual mode I wasn’t expecting much, and I wasn’t disappointed. Don’t ask me about horsepower, or even the exact specs of the model we were driving, just hear me when I say, no one is buying this car to street race BMW M5’s at midnight. And that’s fine. What they will be buying this car for is its smooth, dependable, stylish ride that won’t break the bank. Sensible can be sexy.
Our last ride of the day was in the one vehicle I was most interested in and the one I am actually in the market to buy. The new VUE Hybrid, a slick crossover vehicle similar in style to Nissan’s Rogue. Not yet available to the public, the V-6 model we drove has been testing out at 28/31 mpg. Not too shabby.
GM’s Curt Collins, an Outlook and Sky Product Manager joined Dawn and I to show us the VUE’s features and explain how the new hybrid works. We were glad to have him aboard from the start, when he had to tell us the car was on. It was that quiet. Surrounded by a leather interior, navigation system, XM radio, Bluetooth technology and all the safety features you could need, it didn’t feel any different from riding in a traditional car. The VUE handled well in traffic, accelerating without hesitation, due to the smart electric power assist. I hardly knew we were in a hybrid, except for a muted thump sound at the green light when the “stalled” engine restarted.
I could get used to that, and eventually I could even get used to not staring at the very cool center console informational panel that details the switch from engine to battery as kinetic energy is converted to electric energy and stored in the hybrid battery. It was like a mini-science fair project and we were the proud parents.
Maybe it was just me, but I felt richer, smarter and more environmentally conscious just riding around in Saturn’s VUE Hybrid. I wonder if those feelings could rub off on my fourteen and a half year old son who’s itching to drive?Just something to ponder as I went inside for the meet and greet.
The small, sectioned-off lobby of TWELVE is like the anteroom of a cathedral—drafty and echoey but without the statues. Once all twenty-five bloggers had turned in their keys and cashed in their drink tickets, we snacked on puff pastry, mini crab balls and blue cheese and beef skewers, then got down to what bloggers do best. Telling stories.
The more wine and martinis, the more animated the conversations, from cakes gone bad to babies gone wild, we covered the gamut. And then we had dessert.
Oh, we talked cars too.
There was no mention of torque, differential or psi, but the folks at Saturn should know we tossed around a few adjectives for their cars: pretty, classy, nice, affordable and sweet.
