The best feature has to be the handling. Especially when upgraded with aptly named Road Magnet springs and 16lb Enkei wheels at each corner.
One day, after a service call in Moraga (Kalifornia), while on my way to the next service call in Oakland, I found this beautiful curvy road. (Think of curves like Stacey Keibler).
I wasn't cooking it. It was a beautiful day, a winding road, the CT200h. Windows down, sunroof open. Introducing the Great Redwoods to Rush's song from Hemispheres, The Trees.
I swear I'm innocent, then this anger ball local in his gas guzzling Truck/SUV stomps in behind me. Seconds later he's laying on the horn, flashing his lights, trying to get me to pull over so his self righteous arse can go get another 40.
Wrist. Flick. Glide. Slide.
It's all downhill from here. The ICE didn't even kick in.
Honey Badger is in sport mode. After a couple Keibler curves 10mph slid onto the speedo. MPG while going downhill is still increasing faster than the national deficit.
A few more, and that ******* was a memory. His top heavy POS couldn't hang in the curves. I might not know the road as well as he does, but I do know how to drive, and ride, the dragon.
Track change. 32gb Lexar USB thumb drive in the kitty. Nav system bypass engaged, I can flip down to some 311.
"Today seems like a good day, to burn a bridge or two."
The ICE is still cold as, well, ice. Petrol? We don't need no stinkin' petrol!
4 miles later, the tires are more than warmed, and we pull off onto a 'scenic overlook'. Whip out the Canon 5D Mark II, and set up some epic pictures.
Red rolls by, probably. I really don't give a damn.
What is the opposite of love?
Honey Badger just don't give a damn. (Google it, NWS).