HUGE! POWERFUL! FREIGHT TRAIN! Whoo Hoo! I haven't driven anything this big since the F750 Super Cruizer came to town. Throw down the rope ladder; I'm coming up!
Wow. This interior is more lush than plenty of so-called luxury cars, working several shades of brown, perfect touches of wood accent, satin-finish metal trim with a bit of chrome sparkle here and there. Thoughtful little narrow bins that could hold pens or coins line each side of the center console.
Sorting through the plethora of pushbuttons and layers of electronics just to change how the air flows on you can prove to be a challenge. I even had a hard time finding the radio, which, by the way, was right in the middle of dash. If I owned an Armada, I'm sure I would get used to it. But if I owned this Titan of a monster SUV, I would also go broke. I am very big on the accelerator stomp, especially when it is as rewarding as it is in the Armada. No hesitation, no strain on the mighty V-8. Also, no fuel economy. In fact, I managed to torpedo our office average fuel economy in the Armada by four-tenths of a gallon in one 24-hour period. And at an observed 12 mpg, that was not good.
What's left to say that hasn't been said? Well, I've owned three full-sized trucks and contrary to what young Gluckman thinks, the Armada has a magic carpet ride.
Jean Jennings, President & Editor-in-Chief