(N.B. This review was penned by my grandmother, Yvette Lerner, posted under my account)
When my husband, daughter (Derek's Mum) and I left England in 1962, we left behind a beautiful MG Magnette. Upon arriving in Canada, my husband went out and bought the first car he could find with a V8 engine. We had left behind the damp flats, the rationing (which still went on when we got married in 1953) and the grey weather for a new life, and my husband felt that the transformation wasn't complete unless we had a big, 8-cylinder American car to go with it. We wouldn't drive anything smaller than a V8 until 1973.
In 1965, I got a Mustang 2 door with a V8 and a stick shift. From then on, it was all Chrysler products, culminating in my husband's pride and joy, a 1970 New Yorker with a 440 V8 as big as our kitchen table. My husband was a clergyman, and we never had much money, but we did love cars. My husband had variously lusted after both a Mercedes-Benz and later on, an Audi owned by my cousin, but he felt that it would be inappropriate as a Rabbi to own a German car when so many of his parishioners had survived Nazi concentration camps just a few decades earlier.
American cars were the default choice. We didn't even know about Japanese cars, until one day in 1973, when a man in our congregation asked us if we wanted to come and look at a new car he was selling. It was called a "Honda Civic". It had a tiny 4-cylinder engine and drove the front wheels. When I first saw it, I thought it looked like the little car that Fred Flintstone drove. But with gas prices going nowhere but up, we took a chance on the little Honda.
Our neighbors laughed at us. I even affixed a bumper sticker that said "Stop honking, I'm pedaling as fast as I can". But we were happy. It was great on gas, and sure enough, when winter came, we were the only ones who didn't get stuck. In 1991, my husband replaced a 1979 Chevrolet Caprice (with a 350 and aftermarket sway bars) with a 1991 Honda Accord that was briefly owned by Derek's father, as a Honda company car. My husband drove the Accord until he died in 1998. I ended up trading that car in on a 2000 Honda Civic
If it were not for old age, I'd have kept the Civic. It has enough room for all my groceries and it doesn't cost me very much to maintain. I keep the car tuned up according the Honda's schedule, and it's zippy enough to get me around town. But at 81, I have broken my hip and my pelvis, and I find it hard to get in and out of such a low car. The Civic also has crank windows, and reaching over the wind down the passenger window (something I do often – I love to pull over and chat with friends and neighbors) gets tiresome.
The last few years have been kind to my retirement accounts, and left me feeling comfortable with buying a new car. When Derek was a young boy, my husband and I always had to take him to different dealerships so that he could look at all the new cars – I decided to call in a favor and have him help me look at a new car.
I have to admit that I've always liked the Fit since I first saw it, but Derek urged me to look at some others. I did not like the Kia Soul that some of you suggested. It's too weird for me. The Hyundai Accent looked nice, but I found the driving position to be a bit tough (I'm only 5'2″ and seeing over the instrument cluster and hood caused me to crane my neck far too much). The Kia Rio was the same, and the Mazda3 had the sort of long, blunt hood that I don't like.
The Fit ended up being, pardon the word choice, a good Fit for me. It sits just a bit higher up than the other cars, which is a lot easier for someone like me to get into. I like that the hood seems drop down, so I get a nice, clear view of the road. Derek thought that the touch screen would be a bit challenging for me, but I have my own iPod and Android Tablet, and have figured out how to use both on my own! The best part for me is the Magic Seat. Instead of having to put everything in the trunk, I can fold the rear seat cushions upwards, and put things like walkers (don't laugh), house plants and other parcels on the footwell.
The CVT transmission took some getting used to. I also wasn't happy with the way the accelerator feels, but Derek told me that all cars feel this way (something about a computer, but my car uses a cable). I don't find it as responsive as my Civic, but there is a lot more power. I wish I had a sunroof, but the Fit has power windows, locks, a much better stereo (I love music) and is a lot safer. It's amazing to think that 15 years ago, I paid about $16,000 for my Civic. I didn't pay too much more than that for my Fit, but I get so much more car, even when you think about inflation (and as a pensioner, I do).
Derek told me that a lot of his colleagues seem to think that the Fit isn't as fun or as nice as it used to be. I don't get to drive a new car every week, but I do like to go fast (I told the salesman to make sure the "ECON" button never comes on) and I know that the Fit drives a lot better than my Civic, or any of the cars I've rented recently (a Mitsubishi Lancer, a Nissan Sentra and a 2013 Honda Civic). Thank you all for helping me pick a new car!
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