Honestly? I’ve always kinda loved the Honda Fit.
I don’t recall ever being in the front seat of one, but I’ve ridden in the backseat from Indianapolis to Cleveland in one. I remember being surprisingly comfortable back there. I’d been popping cherries soaked in Everclear ever since landing in Indy, but it was a nice ride.
And I’ll never forget Thanksgiving Day 2010.
V and I went to the LA Auto Show with our friends Kris and Christine—who happened to have a blue Honda Fit. Kris, a Production Stock national rally champion driver, is an east coast transplant, right at home savaging the tarmac of southern California.
This is one of my all-time favorite car stories.
Kris is at the wheel. His co-driver wife, Christine, in the silly seat. V is sitting behind Kris. I’m behind Christine.
And we’re passing half a dozen cars on the outside of an off-camber, circular freeway on-ramp. The yellow caution sign (for mere vehicle operators) suggests 25mph. Bracing myself against the door, I see the the needle north of double that as the three tires still in contact with the road cry out for mercy.
We slip effortlessly in front of the lumbering, unwashed masses just as the right lane ends, and Kris makes short work of no less than four lanes of traffic en route to “The CHOV”. (California High Occupancy Vehicle lane.)
It was an absolute white knuckle ride—but only because we had to really hang on. Complete and utter trust in my wheelman brother Kris.
Driving a slow car fast is fun. You would be surprised what you can do with 130hp.