"BETTER DO IT,” I murmured to myself. I was standing in line behind two young girls, maybe 15 years old, at a 7-Eleven near my house. Motor TrendÕs long-term Chevy Volt needed somebody to retrieve it from the wintery clutches of our Detroit editors, and I’d been fantasizing about taking my daughter, Catherine, on the journey. I examined these girls’ appearance—heavy black mascara, one hand on a jutted-out hip, impatiently snapping gum. Catherine is 11. Now’s the time.
The easy way to do this would be to fly to Detroit’s Metro Airport and drive straight back. But, heck, in all likelihood, we’d be the first ordinary folks to drive a Volt across America. Time to see a new USA in a new Chevrolet, to paraphrase Dinah Shore’s song—though her Chevys…