Two days, 700 miles. What a fucking shitcan. I've played videogames that had better steering feel. Throttle response brought to mind the proverbial phone call to the engine room. Its dangerously tippy, leaning, lurching handling and sketchy torquesteer was only made worse by traction control that cut in and out with flaky arbitrariness. The high sills and low seat made for a bafflingly bunker-like driving experience — isn't the whole point of an SUV so that you can sit up high in traffic and block everyone else's view? Did I mention it leaked? It leaked. Fifteen thousand miles on the clock and...
Road Test: 2006 Dodge Grand Caravan
Three weeks, 6500 miles. Nearly identical to the last one. Most memorable was a drive one afternoon from Tampa to Tallahassee. Dude in a new Jetta blew past, radar detector conspicuously perched atop the dash. I had my rabbit and gave chase. We ran together for close to two hundred miles at speeds that rarely dipped below 90 mph and occasionally approached the century mark. And I thought: Say what you will about minivans, this one is carrying four people and a considerable amount of crap in complete comfort and safety at great speed with absolutely zero drama. Before Jetta dude headed east at...
