unless it's Consumer Reports, in which case what they care about can't really be predicted.
I know! I eventually gave up on them for the most part because their review criteria are so frequently so bizarre. Reliability projections based on repair histories, yes. Usable cargo space, sure. Awkward tailgate, yes. But sometimes they downgrade a car because it's hard to get a folding wheelchair and two golf bags in the trunk, and, honestly, not many of us need to do that too frequently.
I'm also still mad at them because the flat-out by-a-million-percent best microwave I ever owned, they downgraded (a lot!) because they felt the automatic popcorn button was confusing. That microwave was the only one I ever had that actually worked the way we were always promised microwaves would work -- it thawed properly, it automatically reheated things magically perfectly, it boiled water in no time flat. And the popcorn button worked the exact same way as every other microwave's automatic popcorn button that I've ever seen . . . and, seriously, how badly do you even NEED that button? Is it that hard?
Mrrrr . . . .
Car magazines are mostly useless. They're almost all nothing but low-variety car porn. It's sad, but
Popular Mechanics has more good car articles than
Car and Driver. I only need to read so many articles about cars (mostly pretty damned ugly cars packed with features I don't want and wouldn't use) costing over $50k that go 0-60 in under six seconds and are usually proclaimed 'too slow'.
And, frankly, the photography and layout of the car magazines I see nowadays are WAY too 'creative'. I don't mind if you want to do 'arty' pictures that are strangely cropped and from bizarre angles, but I'd like, at some point, to get a good idea of what the car looks like. And doing things like having four capsule reviews snake around four counter-intuitively placed photos, with different-colored lines leading from each review to the picture that's supposed to go with it . . .
Just stop. Seriously.
And knock off the endless editorials about how global warming is fake and there's plenty of oil and speed limits are the work of Hitler. Just shut up. I don't care what you think and don't want to hear about how self-entitled you are to drive twenty miles an hour over the speed limit because you're a really good driver. Or your column about how you really loved the beat-up K car you had when you were eighteen. I've already heard that one. Jay Leno's funny / nostalgic car stories make you sound like too many overripe mangos finding their way out of a monkey.