Shivering in a cold March rain, with no taxis in sight at rush hour, I succumbed to an offer from Kia of a free ride in a New York pedicab from the Javits center up a steep block to Exit Art, site of Kia’s press party last week. Curiosity played a role, too, I have to admit: I had never exploited another human being in just this way before. But guilt flooded back when I saw my driver/motor: a not very young, not all that slim lady. I climbed into the dry plastic shielded passenger pod while she huffed and puffed and dodged buses. It was a test drive, I realized.
Pickup was sluggish, steering vague, if not downright panicky, and Center of Gravity felt high: I worried about rollover. I did not feel at comfortable with the traction control and handling at the limit demonstrated major oversteer. My model was not equipped with the sport option, which resembles a riding crop.