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One of the guilty pleasures of motoring in Minnesota is the ability to crank the tunes in a car while watching other butts freeze. What, after all, is more aesthetically pleasing that the sight of female ski racers in Spandex?
I am afraid to admit it's what I do during the winter months while my kids ski race. I sit in my mid-sized, pimping SUV, burn fossil fuel and tune out to a fairly hefty road tune collection I've acquired over the years.
Kill me now. Go ahead.
At least it gives me time to think.
That I feel the need to make such salacious comments about my social life to get my traffic up on this car blog could say something about the future of serious journalism. While I am somewhat limited in my abitly to create "reportage," I've learned quite a bit about how to marshall T&A to the Molloch of online media. To wit: my highest grossing post (which has made my online stock go up apparently) was about convertibles for old guys. I was thinking cars, they were thinking Lolita.
Last night, as I rocked out to Crime in the City from Crazy Horse, I thought about what it takes to get people's attention in th online space and how the bills actually get paid. While I know even less about publishing than journalism I do know that there is always a way to make money with a free publication in any age.
Sell sex.
The more purient, the better.
In fact, I had a friend who once told me that the busiest time at a local free daily used to be Fridays when the hoookers got paid and lined up with their pimps to place their ads for the weekend editions. The traffic has increased ten-fold since the publication went online (I know that for a fact.) Which all leads me to believe that online journalism is headed towards a bright future in babes and boobs and not much else. Save, perhaps, the ample profits in pedophilia.
I mean as long as you not a real pervert what's the difference between peddling your craft online and shifting gears as a policeman on the streets? Neil Young put it this way (from the aforementioned song) "...I get paid by a ten-year-old (this is a former cop talking), he says he looks up to me, there's still crime in the city, but its good to be free.."
So what am I driving at?
Only that sometime in the near future If I really want to go for the brass ring of online automotive journalism its likely that my editor (who I will never see) could be some precocious person (of indeterminate age) with advanced programming skills (my ten-year-old programs my phone, home page and pre-sets) with a passion for nothing more than bucks, babes and big rides. A passion he will share in complete anonymity with people decades older than him. Which, in my opinion just ain't right.
Such, alas, is freedom.
And it leaves me cold.
Even inside my truck.
With all the carnage being reported about cars these days, I'd like to call your attention to the best ad on TV AND the sorriest car company of late (without good reason). The ad is done by Kraft for Velveeta cheese. I can't seem to track it down, but it shows a Mom in a supermarket cutting stuff in half with a saw. This ad is good. I know good when I see it.
Which is why, sadly, I mourn the sorry state of good car companies like Volvo. Apparently their sales are down 46% this year due to a lack of new models in their line up and the fact they have been on the block for a year or so. There is nothing cheesy about a Volvo. Nor Velveeta for that matter. I hear its mainly made from recycled vegetable oil, which you could easily design a deisel engine to run on. But no one is buying that either.
Before I discuss the importance of driving dynamics and the utter lack thereof in the Kia Rondo, I must share a discovery. I realized on one of my links that this car is being marketed to my gay brethren. The advertising is about as subtle as Harvey Firestein.
As if niche marketing can overcome the utter lack of driving dynamics that plauge this ride.
Such dynamics are the reason that German cars always have a certain "feel" for the road. It is also the kind of feeling that Asian manufacturers have been trying to engineer into their rides ever since. American car companies remain Cowboy-like in their approach to things and tend to keep the driving dynamics of their rides loose. (Muscle over precision).
While you can quibble over the differences in foreign and domestic makes it is hard to argue that smallish German cars in particular, like Volkswagens, offer superior driving dynamics at the cost of reliability and ownership headaches. Mini Coopers are the most fun to drive of all smallish cars on the market (and they are German, not British, duh). The Saturn Astra (a Geman Opel) is also a fantastic handler for a smallish car.
Given that the technology exists to make any smaller drive with some dynamism there really is no excuse for the kind of Korean suasage I have been driving this week while my American ride (the Aviator, greatest SUV of all time, ever, and for always) is getting some body work done. This hideous little ride is called the Rondo.
And I have nothing mondo to say about it.
It looks like a bloated sausage and drives like cold butter.
Now I know why Kia is offering to buy back their cars if you lose your job.
You'll have no appetite for their rides.
P.S. Read more about local sausages here.
p.p.s Brian, tell Kia that your 330 is worth twenty of these because it is.
Particularly for those pesky late teens (16 or older, no younger) that sulk in the back of your family hauller.
This near-brilliant satire (for a big budget Hollywood Production) features what should be the best performance by an American actor of the past few years. It also features a career-boosting cameo for Tom Cruise as a fat, hairy Hollywood mogul.
It is Robert Downey Junior's performance as an "immersive" Australian that truly amazes however, and that makes Tropic Thunder the perfect movie for your teen-addled crew. The language is foul, the action is funny but intense and some subject matter is ostensibly offensive to people with special needs.
Ben Stiller is a satirist, however, and it's a pleasure to watch him film the hand that feeds him. If Johnathan Swift can suggest to the English to feed Irish babies to the locals as a cure for famine (I think I have that right) then Ben Stiller can certainly use Robert Downey's ridiculous character to intimate that compromises abound in Hollywood.
Tropic Thunder savages actors in a way that only a good satire can do. While I am still not sure whether mental impairement should be used to make a point, you should insist your older teenagers rip off their ipods and watch this movie for what it really is.
It might even get them to talk.
Don't laugh.
Absolutes. I love them.
This is a recent discovery, however. Till very recently, the only way I could trounce a full-time forum--like MN Speak--with post traffic was with salacious words.
Now I find that all you have to do is issue is an absolute. You don't have to prove it but you must invite your enemies to meet you face to face so you can shove it down their throats before they reveal themselves to be little girls with asexual names like my own. This being said, let's get to an even more useful list than my previous post.
The top 10 cars to buy are as follows.
1) The hottest eco-mom-i-cal car on the horizon at present is the SAAB Sport Combi Wagon. They've made this car for a few years now so you can snap a under 30k mileage example in the low 15s or less. The "hockey puck" window treatment on the back of this bitchin' ride is reason enough for ownership. Low emissions, very decent economy and a peppy engine only add to its allure. I also like the rubbery feel of the SAAB shifter but I am not supposed to.
And then there is always the jet thing with SAABs. Its all advertising bullshit, but it's there somewhere in their DNA, if only in the stupid key between the seats.
2) Anything by Scion. I particularly like their least expensive four door econo-box. It has a cushy ride and a high belt-line that makes it simply look different than other eco-boxes. The Nissan Versa/Renault is also a comfy ride, but the Scion is more reliable and unique looking.
3) Mazdaspeed 3. Best pocket rocket of all time. Ever. Do I need to cross-reference all the magazines that have appluaded this little beast as such or do I simply need to turn your attention the long-term test in the lastest Motor Trend? I would buy this car right now while Mazda is on the verge of a new 3 introduction.
4) Splurge Car. BMW Z4 M Series Coupe. Talk to my friends at Sears about this one. It's better looking than the Boxster and kicks the small of your back with a torque wallop than few cars, in any price range, can match. While it is unweildly at the limit, that is what makes it fun. Unique.
5) Mazda MPV If they still make this mid-mini van you should buy it for your budding family. While no one knows about these cars, they look great, offer four-wheel drive and can be bought for peanuts. Mazda's loss is your gain.
6) Semi-Splurge Car. Cadillac CTS-V Series (first generation). This car has a few problems. It suffers from wheel hop under hard acceleration if driven incorrectly. Secondly, it has a Nurburgring-finessed suspension that is overly harsh for most corpulent backsides. It apparently does a number on its back end after 60,000 miles due to the copious amount of torque expended by the engine.
But try and find faster, meaner (in black or siliver with window tint) four door sedan with knife-edged handling for around 20k right now (with low miles). The only competitors would be the 8th or 9th generation Mitsubishi Evos (less luxurious, but still more fun) yet something about them signals "big boy racer" and you really want to buy them new.
7) Toyota Tundra Truck with the 5.7 liter V8. While even the mighty Toyota has not fully fetted this monstrous engine, this beast trumps all comers. The fact that you can buy one brand new with this engine for about mid-20s makes this a Godzilla-sized great buy.
8) Honda S2000, Lincoln Aviator and well, I would personally buy back my 2003-04 Mustang Cobra for around 14k and start pimping it out all over again if I had the money. I've waxed about these cars in previous posts so I won't bore you here.
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