Car commercials crack me up.
There are the luxury cars that try to evoke images of ecstasy by a voluptuous female draped over the hood or a tuxedo’d movie star falling backwards (slo-mo) into a swimming pool. You want to be cool? Drive this car.
Then there are the manly truck commercials with the deep, disembodied voice talking about ratios and torque (whatever those are). You want to be studly? Drive this truck.
The ones that appeal to family make much more sense to me. The safety factor of “your-child-is-more-likely-to-survive-a-crash-in-this-car” is a brilliant advertising strategy in my book. You want to be safe? Pick this one.
I’m more of an SUV gal myself. Being 5-foot-12 makes a sport car a bit challenging, and I like the thought of having more steel around me anyway. All-wheel drive, stowing capacity and towing strength, it’s all on my check list. Continue reading “Built to serve”