My 2012 Chevrolet Volt — Charging Into the Future

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In the summer of 2012, I made a decision I hadn’t made before—I leased my first brand-new car. It would be a Chevrolet Volt, a model I’d been following since its concept days. From the moment I drove it, it felt different: quiet, smooth, and surprisingly normal, yet unlike anything I’d owned before. It wasn’t fast in the traditional sense, but the instant torque gave it a lively, effortless feel around town. Inside, everything felt a step ahead of what I was used to. More than anything, it felt like a glimpse of where everyday driving was headed –I was charging into the future.

Up to that point, I had never owned a brand-new car. Everything I had driven up to that point had been used—cars that already had a story before I got them. Leasing felt like a different approach entirely. Instead of having money tied up in a car, it was just a payment. Predictable. Under warranty. No surprises. It also felt like a way to lock myself into something for a set period of time. I thought I would do better knowing that in three years I could turn it in and start fresh with something new.

At first, I thought I would stick with what I knew. I had gone online and configured a Mini Cooper S Roadster exactly how I wanted it—the short-lived two-seat version, not the four-seat convertible. I was convinced that pairing a fun, open-top Mini with the Silverado would be the perfect combination. Something fun for daily driving, something practical for everything else. It made complete sense to me.

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I thought an orange Mini Cooper S Roadster was going to be my first new car.

Around that same time, I had also watched Who Killed the Electric Car? and Revenge of the Electric Car, and they stuck with me more than I expected. I started looking into alternatives. I even test drove a Nissan Leaf, but the lack of charging infrastructure on the Oregon coast made me nervous. It felt like a step too far at the time.

The Volt, though, had been on my radar for a while. I had followed it since the concept was first announced, and I had even driven one around the block at the Portland Auto Show in 2011. It felt like something different. Quiet, smooth, and surprisingly normal to drive. It was also practical in a way other electric cars weren’t, thanks to the gas engine backup.

The problem was the price. New, they were way out of reach.

Then one day I saw a lease deal advertised at Capitol Chevrolet in Salem. $1,000 down, $399 a month for 36 months on a model with leather, Bose sound, and pretty much every option. It caught my attention immediately.

I remember finding out I qualified for the deal while I was working out at the Y. They had one in stock. That was enough for me. I left mid-workout, got in the Silverado, and drove to Salem.

I didn’t even drive that particular car before signing.

About an hour and a half later, I had leased my first brand-new car.

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I was pretty excited in this moment!

It was June of 2012.

I left the Silverado there that night and came back with my dad the next day to pick it up. It was the first car I had bought without his negotiating help, other than the Silverado. He was impressed with it, which felt like a good sign.

Driving it off the lot was a different kind of feeling.

Up to that point, every car I had owned had been used. This one was mine from the start. No previous owner, no history, no wondering how it had been treated. I remember feeling a real sense of pride pulling out of the dealership in a brand-new car that I had just signed for myself. I think it had something like 9 miles on the odometer.

And then there was the technology.

For an IT guy in 2012, the Volt was basically a dream. Touchscreens, energy usage displays, configurable gauges—it felt like something out of the future compared to anything I had owned before. None of my previous cars had even had Bluetooth. The closest thing I had owned to a “techy” car was the Patriot, and its navigation system had been… not great. This was on a completely different level. It had proximity locks and push-button start, which at the time felt incredibly advanced. I spent the first few drives just exploring menus and watching how everything worked.

Then I got it home.

I pulled into the garage, grabbed the charging cable, and plugged it into a standard 110v outlet. This was going to be easy, I thought. Just plug it in and wake up to a full “tank.”

Instead, I got a fault light.

That was not part of the plan.

I remember standing there in my 1940s garage, staring at that light and thinking I had just leased an electric car that I couldn’t even charge at home. For a few minutes, that was a pretty sinking feeling.

Thankfully, I tried another outlet.

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That one worked.

It turned out the first outlet wasn’t properly grounded, which the Volt was smart enough to detect and refuse. At the time, though, it felt like a very real introduction to owning something a little more advanced.

The car itself was amazing. I loved just about everything about it. The new car smell alone was something I hadn’t experienced before, but beyond that, it felt like a huge step forward in every way. The infotainment system, the seats, the quietness—it all felt refined and well thought out. Even the way it drove stood out. It wasn’t fast in the traditional sense, but the instant torque made it feel quick around town in a way I hadn’t experienced before.

What really surprised me was how little I was using gas. Most of my driving was within the Volt’s electric range of about 40 miles, and I found myself going close to 1,000 miles between fill-ups. On the Oregon coast, electricity is relatively cheap, so charging at home only added about $15 a month to my electric bill. Compared to what I had been spending on fuel in the Silverado, it felt almost negligible.

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My goal was to get my lifetime MPG as high as possible.

The smartphone app was another thing that completely sold me. Being able to check the charge status or turn on the climate control from my iPhone felt like something out of the future. In 2012, that kind of integration just wasn’t common, and I found myself using it all the time. It was one of those features that didn’t seem essential until you had it, and then it quickly became part of the routine.

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Dated looking in 2026, but in 2012, this was state of the art.

2012 was also a special time to be an EV driver. The technology was still new enough that people were genuinely curious, and I found myself talking to a lot of people about the car. It wasn’t as wild-looking as the original concept, but I thought it looked great, and it stood out just enough to get attention without being over the top.

It was also the golden age of free Level 2 charging. Charging stations were starting to pop up in more places, and most of the time they were free—and usually right up front in the best parking spots. I took full advantage of that.

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Free fuel!

I would frequently drive the Volt to other TLC branches up and down the coast. There was a charging station about a mile away from the Astoria branch, so I would park the car there, walk to the branch, do my work, and then walk back to a fully charged car. Around that same time, I had gotten serious about my health and ended up losing about 60 pounds, so I actually enjoyed the walk. On a roughly 120-mile round trip, I would typically use less than a gallon of gas—and I was getting reimbursed for mileage. It really did start to feel like the car was paying for itself.

It was also surprisingly practical. Between the hatchback and the flat load floor, it handled Dakota and computer equipment without any trouble. For something that felt futuristic, it fit into my day-to-day life better than I expected.

It fit my daily life so well that the Silverado would sometimes sit in the driveway for weeks at a time. I’d still take it out occasionally—some light off-roading, the occasional chore—but the reality was I didn’t really need it. If I had something big to haul, I could borrow my dad’s truck or my grandpa’s S10.

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Where the poor Silverado spent most of its time.

I liked the idea of having a second vehicle, and in my head, I still felt like I needed one. The Volt had a 10,000-mile-per-year limit on the lease, and I would have blown past that pretty easily if I didn’t spread the miles around. On top of that, I had really enjoyed having a convertible, and all that Mini Roadster shopping had gotten that idea back in my head.

So I put the Silverado up for sale.

It took about a month to sell. In the end, I realized I hadn’t negotiated particularly well with my sister when I bought it, and I let it go for about $1,500 less than I had paid. That said, it was almost exactly what I had paid the loan down, so I called it a wash and moved on.

At that point, I had already purchased—and in one case already moved on from—two vehicles that year and was somehow lining up a third.

I ended up with something with a bit more… star power.