You could say the Sky's the limit. Saturn's aptly named sleek and sexy roadster that burst forth with honors for 2007 seems boundless in its attraction. Despite its presence on the scene for some months now, its long, sloping nose, shapely, sharply defined body lines and taut stance still gain gasps of appreciation, horn toots from passing motorists, and a general sense of awe from those who never figured GM could put out such a winner from its more predictable Saturn stable.
Can't you just imagine NASCAR nymph Ashley Judd lapping her hubby's winning racer with the Sky's accelerator underfoot? (She can dream, can't she?)
Think of the face of the Sky and there's just the hint of a snarl that prevents it from being too cutesy. Think domineering with a "no prisoners" posture instead. Those glaring headlamps can stare down any Teutonic rival without giving an inch. And the Saturn Sky Red Line performance version confirms that it's taken the challenge to heart.
Rather than the standard 2.4-liter, 177-HP inline four (best mileage at 22 city/26 highway with automatic trans), the Red Line version sports GM's 2.0-liter, 260-HP direct injection turbo instead. Best Red Line mileage is 22/31 with manual.
Both versions of this rear-drive roadster come with five speed manual or automatic, plus performance suspension for play. Another way to play is by putting the top up or down since two large bolt-size clasps spring open to release the ragtop for top-down driving, but must be pressed firmly into place by hand when it's time to go under cover.
Pricing for this bundle of fun starts at a shade over $25,325, with the more popular Red Line checking in at $$29,025. Both include destination. Want it loaded with amenities? There's leather, premium wheels, XM Satellite radio, Monsoon sound with MP3 CD playback, decklid spoiler and special paint colors such as Sunburst Yellow among choices.
Don't plan on taking the family in your Sky. This is a tightly-packed two-seater that, with top down in particular, is sure to be an Austin Nichols teaser, guaranteed to win that curled lip smile with its combination of Elvis-James Dean smoke behind it. It's simply man bait for her. A definite chick hook for him. Just grab an extra tank top and take off on the fly. There's not enough room for clutzy luggage anyway.