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"I think he's finally learned to deal with his limitations." There are those who would ask too much of the new Cobalt 222. Typically lacking the inhibitions that lifelong careers in banking bring along, these well-meaning owners impose on their 222's a daunting set of requirements: a perfect wake every run, fuel efficiency that belies the horsepower under the hood, comfortable come-one-come-all accommodation for a dozen friends, bedrock stability in the ride, nuanced control at the helm, and an all-around boatly attitude suggesting that indeed all things are possible. Maybe it's not too much to want after all. Most especially when the 222 responds to the demands of upside-down athletes with the same attention to details of ride and performance, of safety and comfort as it does to a family of seven out for a picnic cruise on Grandparent's Day. Take a lingering look at the 222. What you see is obviously what you get: a hot rod ready to sit smiling at anchor, making everyone feel wonderfully cared for as the Garden Club plays pinochle in a glassine cove.
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