"Product specialist" vs. car show babe

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What draws me to a car is not glossy photos, or cool commercials, or someone else's recommendation. I mean, have you even seen a CR-Z pamphlet or commercial? I haven't.

What draws me is performance and sexiness.

My car is an inviting, cooperative companion, responsive to the road and me. I ask, she responds. I stomp on the gas, she throws me into the back of the seat. I smile.

My car will not be a chick magnet...the best compliment I received, unwittingly mind you, was when I drove down an alley filled with 12 year old kids playing, and one of them said "Cool car, man".

When I saw the video below, I feel like a part of the joy I experience with cars is trying to be wrestled away from me. No longer are cars a "man's best friend", they are now a cold, harsh reminder that we, as consumers, are nothing more than hands that fill the coffers of large corporations.

Perhaps cars will always be cold, harsh reminders of the Industrial Age. Maybe auto manufacturers realized through anthropomorphism, they would make me (and others) feel as passionate about a machine as we do about living things. Have we become Mephistopheles, the machine man? I believe we can be passionate, but also keep things in perspective.

In the end, what draws me to a car show is not "product specialists", but hot babes. I'm not going to a car show to look at cars, I want to test drive them.

That's about all I have to say about that.

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