Ford blogger event: things you can do in a Ford Escape
I'm still wrapping up my blog coverage of my last trip, when Ford sent me and 16 other bloggers to LA and let us drive Ford Escapes around.
When I entered my "cabana room" at the Hotel Roosevelt, I laughed... because I wouldn't be having sex in this room -- and just look at it! It's clearly for having sex in. The lights didn't even turn all the way up -- the dimmers went from "pitch black" to "sexy." Mandatory mood lighting!
Okay, I totally didn't photograph the space-age lamps and exposed concrete. I think I already said this on the blog, but I finally pegged the look as "sex cabana ... in SPACE!"
I didn't mean to give my entire blog audience a come-hither look. That's just wrong.
I perused the Ford Escape product literature on the way home. It was in my goodie bag along with the snacks (and an unfortunate butter knife -- scroll down for that one).
It's weird trying to sell SUVs to young hipsters who care about the environment. You can give them iPod hookups:
But also assure them that's it's okay to drive over as much of nature as possible, as long as you are not leaving greenhouse gases behind:
Of course, most SUVs are, in practice, driven by soccer moms, who do precious little offroading.
Is it even legal to drive a car off the road? How would you know who has the right of way?
The other New York bloggers and I had a brief discourse about the merits of driving versus the subway. In my book, driving's primary advantage is that you can leave things -- for instance, a gym bag -- in your car, and then you can go to the gym anytime you want without having to lug the bag around all damn day. Or, for instance, if you purchased a new trash can and then wanted to go to the gym, or a restaurant, you could just leave the trash can in the car, rather than trying to stuff your new possession in a gym locker or discreetly stack your purse and packages near your restaurant chair.
The discussion quickly devolved into whether the subway would be improved by the addition of cupholders. Ford Escapes most certainly have cupholders, whereas the train has homeless people (often holding cups).
When I entered my "cabana room" at the Hotel Roosevelt, I laughed... because I wouldn't be having sex in this room -- and just look at it! It's clearly for having sex in. The lights didn't even turn all the way up -- the dimmers went from "pitch black" to "sexy." Mandatory mood lighting!
Okay, I totally didn't photograph the space-age lamps and exposed concrete. I think I already said this on the blog, but I finally pegged the look as "sex cabana ... in SPACE!"
I didn't mean to give my entire blog audience a come-hither look. That's just wrong.
I perused the Ford Escape product literature on the way home. It was in my goodie bag along with the snacks (and an unfortunate butter knife -- scroll down for that one).
It's weird trying to sell SUVs to young hipsters who care about the environment. You can give them iPod hookups:
But also assure them that's it's okay to drive over as much of nature as possible, as long as you are not leaving greenhouse gases behind:
Of course, most SUVs are, in practice, driven by soccer moms, who do precious little offroading.
Is it even legal to drive a car off the road? How would you know who has the right of way?
The other New York bloggers and I had a brief discourse about the merits of driving versus the subway. In my book, driving's primary advantage is that you can leave things -- for instance, a gym bag -- in your car, and then you can go to the gym anytime you want without having to lug the bag around all damn day. Or, for instance, if you purchased a new trash can and then wanted to go to the gym, or a restaurant, you could just leave the trash can in the car, rather than trying to stuff your new possession in a gym locker or discreetly stack your purse and packages near your restaurant chair.
The discussion quickly devolved into whether the subway would be improved by the addition of cupholders. Ford Escapes most certainly have cupholders, whereas the train has homeless people (often holding cups).
Labels: Ford Great Escape
posted by JenIsFamous at 8/16/2007 03:39:00 PM
3 Comments:
You ended a sentence with a preposition. It's like I don't even know you anymore.
(I know that's one of those old rules that we are now supposedly allowed to break... but whatever.)
"That's the guy off in whose trailer they were whacking." - Beavis and Butthead Do America
JEN,
You said, "Is it even legal to drive a car off the road? How do you know who has the right of way?"
I first want you to know, I laughed out loud when I read this.
Some people drive their SUVs "off road". Others drive them off the road......and into a tree, or a brick wall or someone's living room. Big difference!
As for who has the right of way, no one seems to know who has it on our roads, why should off road be any different?
You're a funny woman and I love how your mind works.
Your(real)MOM
Cars are like horses, or rocket-backpacks. Whichever one, you decide. They aren't mammals though, so maybe they're more like rocket backpacks.
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