2005 Saturn Vue – Review
It recently occurred to me that I’d like to write a car review which, if you must know, is far enough out of my comfort zone as to be in a parallel universe. I’m a middle-aged suburban matron who works as the marketing coordinator for a small law firm, and I know as much about the mysteries of the automobile as I do about cardio-thoracic micro surgery. But here’s the deal: I’m totally impartial and can only write from the perspective of the absolutely clueless consumer------and, Lord knows, I simply cannot be the only one out there. So here goes.
I bought a 2005 Saturn Vue back in November of 2009 when the price was right because the soon-to-be defunct dealership needed to unload 23 of these babies. My previous car was a 1993 Toyota Camry LE with 184,000 miles and a world o’ troubles about to happen (or post-happening). I drove the Vue once and it knocked my socks off. Though I’m fundamentally opposed to SUV’s on the basis their environment-damaging reputation, I nonetheless succumbed to the feeling of power---and yes, fun, okay?---that I felt when test-driving the Vue. At my age, I deserve to have little fun, yes?
So—here I am 4 months down the road and still loving my Vue. The problems have been minimal, thankfully. The windshield wipers are one. In a snowstorm—of which we’ve had our fair share here in northeastern Ohio—the wipers offer up some messy globs of ice smearing across the windshield. The dealership guys told me (shortly before their doors closed for good) that replacing them wouldn’t change those dynamics appreciably. The only other problem I’ve experienced is a funny noise that the rear tire (not sure which side) makes. The mechanics said that I needed to have my wheels balanced (or was it rotated?—I forget).
The pluses are many. It’s very easy, almost effortless, to drive, comfortable, heats up quickly (strange, I know, but keep in mind the Toyota is my frame of reference), requires minimum maintenance (at least so far), has a lovely-sounding radio and still, and most importantly, makes me ever so happy to drive.
So there you have it----from the keyboard of a woman who wouldn’t know a carburetor from a carbuncle.