Respect the torque steer monster and the Cobalt's a willing dance partner. While the extra tuning and rubber turn a competent corner carver into an extremely competent corner carver, the SS-S is still a seven-tenths car. The SS Supercharged improves on the base on SS models' handling via a lower ride height (down a quarter inch), beefier anti-roll bars, stiffer springs, larger brakes and 18" alloys shod with 215/45 Pirellis. Mashing the gas in the bends is only marginally less frightening than caning the car in a straight line- unless you find understeering towards the scenery a relaxing way to spend an afternoon. Floor the front wheel-drive Cobalt SS-S and the tires scrabble for purchase like a mountain goat on roller skates. Nor do I have the biceps to replicate the SS-S' startling (if claimed) zero to 60mph sprint time of 6.1 seconds. I couldn't stand the trashy thrashy sound long enough to find out. The American coupe accelerates with genuine conviction all the way from 1500 rpm to the 6500 rpm redline. The SS-S' force-fed powerplant is the antithesis of smooth, but it pulls like a wannabe Subaru Impreza turbo, minus the turbo-lag.
The Cobalt SS-S holsters a 2.0-liter supercharged and intercooled inline four good for 205 horses and 200 ft.-lbs. Otherwise, the seats are bearable, the driving position tolerable and the rear sightlines horrible, thanks to a wing that would give a dolphin a serious case of fluke envy. Close examination of an '05 Cobalt SS indicates that it's only a matter of time before the gloss will disappear, exposing the ugly black plastic underneath. The silver-painted plastics on the SS-S' dash and door-sills seem carefully designed to repel human flesh. The SS-S' instrument panel is much the same as the base Cobalt's although the SS-S' dash sports a pair of chrome-lined circles showing you what you'd expect them to. GM's blingmeisters fitted the good ship Cobalt SS-S with a boost gage on the A-pillar, a slick, short-throw shifter and a small bottle of NOS in the glove box (just kidding, although I forgot to check).
On the inside, The General did its best to stay on message. In that respect, the supercharged Chevy's styling is no bush league effort it's a clear case of mission accomplished. comes equipped with so much factory rice.
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If kitsch is the key, the Cobalt SS-S driver is a Malibu pilot in the making. GM certainly needs a car to reach this market segment those krazy kids turn into button-down Camcord buyers one day. With a color palette that includes fluorescent lemon meringue and laser red explosion, the SS is baby bling made metal. Its 18' alloys, voluminous body skirt, whale-tail spoiler, Corvette-esque taillights and seven-speaker sound system (with trunk space sacrificed to the woofer Gods) are thirty-something anti-matter. One look tells you the Cobalt SS-S wasn't made for grown-ups. As GM sends the Cobalt SS-S to the big dugout in the sky, is it love's labor lost or no big deal? Unfortunately, it's game over the Cobalt SS-S can't meet 2008 emissions regulations. To their credit, The General really swung for the fences with the SS-S. compact car market, I've always hoped The Big 2.8 would raise their game and kick some serious small car butt. Watching the transplants take over the U.S. My first car was America's Beetle: the Chevette. Fair disclosure: I wanted to love the Chevrolet Cobalt SS Supercharged (SS-S).
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