It's funny the things that grab your attention. I saw an article today on AOL about cars "designed for adventure". Whoever wrote the article, which didn't capture my attention past the lead line, has not, in my opinion ever operated as the Captain of the Car Pool.
My idea of a car designed for adventure is the one in which stray bits of homework, out-of-date coupons, and French fry bags from yesterdays lunch have no place. The man, and I'm sure it was a man, who penned the savvy article meant to draw attention to overpriced gas guzzling sport cars meant to make men with expanding waists and receding hairlines believe they needed to run right out and buy a sports car.
Let's see, how do you hook up the state required babyseat in that puppy?
Or how about the adventure of teaching your sixteen year-old son who is sure he knows everything how to use the clutch on the incline of the overpass in rush hour traffic? What? Not enough adventure?
Gentlemen, I say start your engines and manage screaming toddlers in child restraints whining for non-healthy snacks while your spouse decides to reach you on the cell in bumper to bumper rush hour traffic because he can't find his. . . keys, wallet, briefcase, whatever.
Motherhood. . . Now there's an adventure.