A story about a Buick is not exactly one that grips the imagination. Maybe not here. But allow me to explain. Buick, founded in 1899, among the world’s oldest car companies, has a future in this here 21st century, this era of fractured attention spans, of hyperkinetic pace. It serves as the antithesis to the very concept of sport-luxury. This much I discovered after nearly a week in a Lacrosse Avenir: a car that quietly sings its competencies, trading on its subtleties for anything even remotely approaching Alcantara. There are no Sport Packages, no Sport modes as standard (though one is optional). I do not know its Nürburgring lap time. I can barely hear its exhaust. The Lacrosse’s ads may ask, “is that a Buick?” but it is, no matter what, and Buick repudiates nearly the entirety of automotive marketing and culture for the past 30 years—when the world at large became more manic, more aggressive, more willing to pronounce the word “Nürburgring.”
Drastically restyled for the 2017 model year, Buick’s traditional full-sizer doesn’t disappoint dimension-wise. This is a big car, riding atop the P2XX platform it shares with the Chevrolet Impala, though 300-pounds lighter than before. Similar in length to its predecessor, the new LaCrosse grows nearly 3 inches in wheelbase, sprouted an extra 4 inches of legroom in the process, while shrinking in height by almost 2 inches. All of this adds up to a car that appears much longer and wider than before, helped in that regard by a sculpted redesign echoing the beautiful Avenir concept of 2015. I appreciated it. My friends appreciated it. The problem is, I didn’t see any passers-by eyeballing it. No double-takes in sight. No one tripping over themselves or walking into walls. Not that any of that mattered — you’ll see a similar disinterest in those walking by Toyota Corollas, Honda CR-Vs and Dodge Grand Caravans. Still, driving the LaCrosse, I couldn’t help but feel like something of a big shot. Maybe it’s the size. Big, long, plush sedans were, traditionally, the domain of important people, and the LaCrosse’s front seat sometimes felt more like a lounge, with my posture more of a languid, relaxed sprawl. Someone cue up the hi-fi! And maybe it’s also the effortlessness of everything. From the over-assisted steering that makes low-speed driving a one-finger feat (it tightens up in all the right conditions), the surprisingly precise turn-in and sprightly power, it’s almost impossible not to feel comfortable behind the wheel.
The capital of Canada is Ottawa, in the province of Ontario. There are offically ten provinces and three territories in Canada, which is the second largest country in the world in terms of land area.While politically and legally an independant nation, the titular head of state for Canada is still Queen Elizabeth.On the east end of Canada, you have Montreal as the bastion of activity. Montreal is famous for two things, VICE magazine and the Montreal Jazz Festival. One is the bible of hipster life (disposable, of course) and the other is a world-famous event that draws more than two million people every summer. Quebec is a French speaking province that has almost seceded from Canada on several occasions, by the way..When you think of Canada, you think of . . . snow, right?But not on the West Coast. In Vancouver, it rains. And you'll find more of the population speaking Mandarin than French (but also Punjabi, Tagalog, Korean, Farsi, German, and much more).Like the other big cities in Canada, Vancouver is vividly multicultural and Vancouverites are very, very serious about their coffee.Your standard Vancouverite can be found attired head-to-toe in Lululemon gear, mainlining Cafe Artigiano Americanos (spot the irony for ten points).But here's a Vancouver secret only the coolest kids know: the best sandwiches in the city aren't found downtown. Actually, they're hidden in Edgemont Village at the foot of Grouse Mountain on the North Shore."It's actually worth coming to Canada for these sandwiches alone." -- Michelle Superle, VancouverText by Steve Smith.