

The 330-horsepower V-6 in the Atlas is nicely mated to its eight-speed transmission. I watched him fly past, hoping I didn’t see him upside-down against a guardrail. My first snow-speeder of the day! - a hulking Ram pickup knifing in and out of traffic, eager to show off its road-skiing abilities. Transitioning onto the Lodge freeway, my blind-spot assist suddenly blinked.
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Winter drivers are a lot easier to negotiate in the towering all-wheel drive Atlas than in the ground-hugging, rear-wheel drive BMW M3 that I arrived in here 20 years ago - a Southern boy (West Virginia, not Tennessee) at the mercy of a Michigan winter.

I saw them all in the course of my winter blizzard adventures. There are four types of winter drivers: plodders, joggers, speeders and crazies. Which is good news, because the big, all-wheel drive Atlas arrived in my driveway just as Motown was being buried by a classic middle-America blizzard.ĭriving Metro Detroit roads in a snowstorm is an adventure. Now that it’s producing vehicles in America’s Tennessee heartland, the German brand seems to have regained its footing with the Atlas and Tiguan SUVs - schnitzel-and-potatoes utes with a decidedly American accent. My first car was a Rabbit GTI.īut over the years VW grew detached with odd menu-offerings like the pricey Touareg SUV and Phaeton luxury car. Once upon a time, Volkswagen (translation: people’s car) lived up to its name in America making Bugs and Rabbits and Jettas and other fun fare that appealed to average Americans.
