"* Late 1990s Mercedes Benz something-or-other belonging to one of the most unpleasant celebrities I've had the 'pleasure' to meet (this merits a story of its own, which I will share on request)"
It may be that I've only driven crummy cars created for the crummy American market. But the ute didn't do this, and the Mazda 6 sure as hell didn't. All I had to do was simply contemplate touching the A3's pedal, and like a Segway it instantly interpreted my desires and brought the whole vehicle to an instant stop. I had my gall bladder stuck in my teeth. I actually had to pull off on some side street (on the left on the left on the LEFT) and adjust the seat to prevent my leg from being too coiled up, or I'd be hitting a virtual brick wall. I was braking with my ankle. Tippy-toes.
....What the hell do you mean you're "pretending" to be a car reviewer?
You are awesome, and I am happy o see you posting. Of course, most of this car talk is over my head. I just know if something is pretty and has comfy seats. LOL. :)
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Consider this a request.
Oh, and HI! How the hell are you doing?
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....What the hell do you mean you're "pretending" to be a car reviewer?
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*hugs*
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