WE LIKE Smart packaging and functionality, capable AWD, supple ride
WE DON’T LIKE Gutless powertrain, insistent nannies
Subaru knows its audience: Sensible folks in inclement climes who like their boots muddy and their outerwear made from polar fleece.
Those folks usually have a placid driving demeanor, as if there were a market-fresh egg under the gas pedal. So it won’t bother them that the redesigned Forester is gutless or that it terrified us in passing maneuvers with what Christian Seabaugh described as “glacial” acceleration. It’s actually slower than the smaller, cheaper Crosstrek. The CVT almost saved it by “performing hero’s work,” according to Scott Evans.
Worse still, the engine’s lethargy made it so the Forester got stuck following a slushy-silt slope panic stop—regardless of the X-Mode all-wheel drive’s talents. We had to back up and take another run to surmount the gently sloped hill. That’s not encouraging when conjuring steep Vermont driveways after a snowstorm.
But the Forester wins in every other category. Despite its compact size, you can fit a basketball starting five in its roomy, leggy cabin. The wide-mouthed cargo area will swallow a chilly week’s allotment of chopped wood. And the interior is modernized, though still frumpy like your favorite flannel shirt.
For those of you still in therapy harboring memories of hectoring mothers, the Subaru is a rolling trigger warning, with constantly beeping nannies interrupting your drive for one unidentifiable reason or another. “Shut up already!” Frank Markus exclaimed.