2010 Chevrolet Camaro SS: Like You Need To Ask
June 30, 2010
I had the choice between the Miata and the Camaro over the weekend. With a buddy in town, I thought it best to drive the car with four seats.
My lady is kinda of tall at 5'11". Being the nice person she is, she got into the back seat to offer our guest the front seat on our way out to dinner. The back seat is a joke for an adult. Maybe even for kids, too. She was so jammed up back there her leg fell asleep on the way to the restaurant. Hilarity ensued as the valet waited for her to get out of the back seat.
Ok, but seriously, are you buying this car for rear leg room? Does it really matter? You don't buy cars like this for practicality, buddy. You buy them to leave the guy asking what kind of mileage you're getting in a cloud of smoke as you pull a 13.0 @ 110.9.
Look, I felt bad for my lady. That back seat does suck. But that isn't the point of this car. These cars aren't for soccer practice or for camping. It's for prowling the street in search of stop light victims or laying down a patch and listening to the music of a V8 at full throttle. They're purpose built toys so I shouldn't blame the car for it's lack of creature comfort, the fault was with me in choosing it to shuttle a bunch of people around.
For the rest of the weekend with my buddy, I drove my Mazda 3. It can carry three adults comfortably around town. But believe me, the second my friend left, I was back in the Camaro. I chirped the tires and blip shifted my way to the supermarket and back. The power of this machine is intoxicating. I loved running stupid errands just to get a chance at driving it.
To quote my Boston area friend regarding the Camaro: "This thing is wicked sick." Yes, my friend. Yes it is.
Scott Jacobs, Senior Photographer @ 18,911 miles