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You may recall that I asked Santa to leave the beautiful Lexus IS F from the Neiman Marcus Christmas Book under my tree. Shockingly, he did not come through on that wish.
Like a good suit, the Accord gives a very nice first impression. I can wear it, er, drive it to the grocery store, to a business meeting, or even to the country club (if I belonged to one). I would be neither pretentious nor sloppy. I would be sharp but not too bold, crisp but not fastidious, comfortable but not squishy. I would be perfectly presentable.
I took my son to a birthday party in a full-blown blizzard in the S5, and she didn’t bat an eyelash. Everyone was all over the place on the slippery, slushy roads, but I just cruised right through like someone who’d had the red carpet cleared for them.
Have you ever been set up on a blind date, only to be told the guy “has a nice personality?” He could be worse, but he also could be better. He’s just sort of average. That’s how I’d describe the 2008 Nissan Altima.
Chocolate and peanut butter, rum and coke — these things sound right. I’m even a fan of less-obvious combos, like pickles and ice cream (no, mom, I am not pregnant). Like that odd pairing, when I say ”Ford Focus” and ”gadgets” in the same breath, it may seem a bit off.
Lucky for my tired backside, it got a little R&R in the BMW 750i’s driver’s seat thanks to a simply divine butt-massage setting. Once I added heat into the mix and extended the optional knee support, not even the call of chocolate could lure me out.
It seems my genius, talented child is barely pushing the lowly 5th percentile in size. That doesn’t get to me because I’m not fooled by appearances; I know good things come in small packages. And so it goes with the 2008 Nissan Versa sedan.
I listened to more classic rock during my week in the Charger than I had in the previous 10 because, well, this car is just too much for overly sensitive music. It’s been a blast. I think I have insight now as to what it was like to be a 17-year-old guy in 1976. And no, I didn’t test the backseat for anything other than car seats, you sickos.
The Avenger strikes a nice balance between design interest (for the modern woman in me), simplicity (for the mommy in me), and cool features (for the feature slut in me), which makes me ready and willing to forgive the great grocery bag hook mishap. But I’m still glad I uncovered it; it makes for a great story.
When I was a little girl, I rode in the backseat of my parents’ car and looked out the window, often commenting, “That car is just like Daddy’s car, but it’s blue.” As I got older, I could name just about every car on the road. Today, that little girl might be a bit confused by the new C-Class offerings from Mercedes.
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