Turns out
there’s a good reason for that. This
top-end Camry – starting at a somewhat hefty $31,370 in this practical four-door segment
– is a Lexus just waiting to happen.
Yes, that’s the
same 3.5-liter V-6 engine putting out a max 268 horsepower. And this Camry was liberally dressed up in
safety, comfort and convenience features to qualify it as a primo luxo liner in the Toyota stable.
Throw in scores
of improvements and refreshed features for the 2015 model year, and you’re
riding in a status-symbol Camry instead of the comparatively humble Camry that
other folks are purchasing.
Not that I had
a problem with any of this.
I liked the
power tilt/slide moonroof, the dual chrome-tipped exhausts, the leather/heated
front seats and other standard features in my tester. I also liked the $4,500-or-so in extras that included
illuminated door sills, a rear spoiler and a premium JBL audio system.
Go big with a
Camry. That’s what I say. Well, I say that when I’m not having to write
a check for permanent ownership of the vehicle, of course.
Even so, yes, I
believe I would be inclined to write a check for this loaded Camry XLE if the
payment was coming out of my checkbook, and I wanted a quality decade-long transporter.
The driving
characteristics of the tested Camry XLE were likewise more than one would
expect from a more humble, everyday driver Carmy. Accelerations were impressively brisk, and
the XLE responded instantly to even the slightest twists of the steering
wheel. Controls were easy to reach and
understand from the cockpit. The Camry
also was kind enough to warn me when I was motoring along too fast amid commuter gridlock.
Fuel mileage is
a so-so 21 miles per gallon in the city and 31 mpg on the highway.
I have chuckled
sometimes at the use of the Camry name in NASCAR’s Sprint Cup Series. After all, Camry is likely not the name most
think of when it comes to mixing it up in pro-racer traffic whistling along at up to 200 miles per hour.
However, after
a week in the Camry XLE, I think the reference fits. It was a robust roadway performer, but its
interior luxuries were much more pleasant than what one finds inside a rip-roaring NASCAR ride.
Eat your heart
out, Jimmie Johnson.
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