General Motors Co., dogged by a widening recall crisis, still managed to place the most models atop one of the auto industry’s most closely watched quality measures, with its Chevrolet Malibu besting the Toyota Camry.
Driving the Chevy Camaro ZL1 quickly on a narrow road is like working with a circus bear in tight quarters. No matter how well-trained, it’s still a wild animal that could bite your head off at any moment.
The Chevrolet Corvette, once the coolest of cool rides on Route 66 and the rest of America’s roads, has suffered the cruelest of fates: It’s known as an old man’s toy. Even the head of Chevy marketing acknowledges that too many people see it as the car of “the successful plumber.”
“After the third penalty, I’m supposed to kick you out of the race,” says the judge with the handlebar mustache to a driver in pit lane. “Tell you what, the pond behind the track is stocked with trout. Go buy a fishing pole at Wal-Mart and if you pull out a fish, I’ll let you race.”