The B family drove off to Florida in early August, and since our cars are closing in on 70 in dog years we decided to rent one for the trip. B arrived at the rental facility, where he was asked if he minded a few stains in the backseat. Since that’s where Thor was going to sit, he went to check it out. He said “a few stains” translated to “it looked like a murder had been committed in the backseat.” So, he said no to the Camry we had expected, and accepted the upgrade to a black-on-black-leather Volkswagen CC.
We were extremely fortunate to have great weather all the way and some nice air conditioning, so being in the belly of a barbeque-mobile wasn’t ever a worry, but by the end of the trip, neither of us ever wanted to go near a VW again.
Here’s what we liked:
- It’s a good looking car.
- The a/c and heaters have dual regulators, so Driver and Passenger can have what suits them best. And it really blows well!
- It comes equipped with a backup camera, and we got spoiled to that pretty quickly.
- I loved that you could just tap the cruise control to increase your speed.
- And…that’s it.
What we hated:
- Normally, either B, or I can get in and out of a car easily, and the other person has issues. I’m 5’2″, and he’s nearly a foot taller. Because the CC is so low to the ground, you’d think I would have an easy time getting in, and out, and B would be miserable. Not so. Both of us were miserable. It was so bad that I let out this howl of frustration on one of the last stops on our trip home, calling the car a f-ckbucket. I did. Fortunately, Thor misheard me, and he’s been calling it a fartbucket. It was not a fartbucket. It was a f-ckbucket. It was misery crawling in and out of it. And crawling is what you had to do. You had to kind of roll up, roll in, and then unfurl yourself again. I felt like a pill bug.
- The seats are a big part of why it was so hard to get in, and out. They are built to cradle you, and if you’re a size 6, I’ll bet it feels very cozy and wonderful. I wear a 16. I felt very squeezed and pinched, and was never comfortable. Don’t get me started on the headrests.
- The gas and brake pedals are in weird places.
- The electronic key mechanism was, in B’s words, “A piece of sh-t.”
- The power points were poorly located.
- B didn’t like the cruise control (I did.)
- There was no leg room. In the front seat, it felt like you were sliding your legs into a chute. In the backseat, you were bending your knees down into a shallow box. We felt bad for Thor, but he managed to find a way to sit sideways and make himself a nest.
- It rode really badly. You felt every bump.
- The steering wheel was tiny, and it drove loose–you barely touched it, and you were off in the emergency lane.
It was just a terrible car. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. Don’t buy one.