I'm back to doing car advertising again. It's like a scene from the ill-fated Godfather III.
"I tried to get out, but they keep pulling me back in."
Obligatory gesture of me clenching two fists and drawing them to my torso from the Al Pacino School of Overacting Body Movements.
Now, unlike my early days, I'm just trying to sell one car. My late wife's 2009 Acura MDX with the Technology Package. I could run down all the features and cockamamie benefits of driving this state of the art (circa 2009) vehicle. But then I'd be mirroring the idiocy of so many past clients.
I will not insult you with such pedantry (checking the online Webster's dictionary for proper use of that word.)
For instance, I could tell you the MDX has close to 128,000 miles on it. More interestingly however is the fact that many of those miles involved extensive camping trips up stunningly scenic Route 395 (my favorite road in America) to Upper Gray's Meadow, near Independence, California.
At about Mile #59,327 the trusty MDX literally saved our lives.
An early summer thunderstorm sent bolts of lighting into the Eastern Sierras and set off raging fires. Thanks to the MDX's cavernous cargo area we were able to quickly disassemble our campsite, fold down the rear 3rd row of seats, toss our sooty, smelly gear in the back and make like the roadrunner escaping Wily E. Coyote down the 7000 foot mountain.
Oh, did you want to see a picture?
Common today, but in 2009 if you had seats that heated up like a toaster oven, well that was something the Jones's with their bony, frozen tushies simply could not keep up with.
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