The 2012 Camry is starting to show up in the media and don’t worry. There is nothing about this car that is going to offend you. Or surprise you. Or excite you. Or even threaten you with an involuntary bowel movement.
It’s new, not all new as it carries over some power train parts as well as some other stuff. The sheet metal has been redone and the interior is considerably upgraded. Apparently it now competes with the Sonata.
Huh? Shouldn’t that be the other way around. it is the segment leading car, isn’t it? By sales numbers it is. By having a car roll up and say, “HOW YA DOIN’?!” Not so much. This car says things more like, “It’s all right,” “Don’t worry,” and “The Prozac is in the upper right pocket.”
It’s still god-awful boring.
2012 Toyota Camry
When I went looking for pics, about seventy-five percent were silver – ish.
It struck me that this is a somewhat exciting view. It also struck me that this may be the view you would have if you had been struck by a lunatic leaving a mall parking lot after picking up the latest Britney Spears CD. (A sane person would have already downloaded it thus avoiding you entirely.)
You may have noticed that this is not a review of the car itself, but mostly bitching and whining about what the car is. Well, I’m a consumer, I don’t review cars. I evaluate them based on what my needs are. It’s all based on my feelings and a great deal of whimsy.
And whimsy says I don’t need this car.
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