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The Honda Ridgeline is an obsessive organizer’s dream, with a maze of storage compartments and super-secret squirrel hidey-holes. The center console has enough space left over to store a small child (please don’t try this — it’s just an expression).
I immediately dim the red-lighted dash which I find annoying. The color red is hunger inducing ... now I can blame my binging of left-over Halloween candy (a sacrifice I am only willing to make for the sake of my son and his oral health, of course) on this phenomenon.
I can’t seem to find a clock anywhere within the E350 and I feel a bit naked without one. After asking for help, I’m pointed to the big round analog clock dial right next to the speedometer. Why I never noticed that BIG CLOCK right there in front of me the whole time is baffling. I’m trying not to dwell on it too much for fear of feeling, well, dumb.
The perfectly sized cargo area expands quickly with seats that fold flat, making room for “groceries to surfboards,” as stated by General Motors. I’ll take the surfing over the grocery shopping, please. Does it come with a sitter, too?
The highlight of the Forester is the plastic insert that protects the cargo floor. I load my obnoxiously muddy stroller without a care. Later in the day, I remove the plastic insert, douse it with the garden hose, and “voila” ... brand, spanking new again.
Here’s a curious fact: The Volvo logo is the male gender symbol. You know, the circle with the arrow pointing up and to the right. Why not the female gender symbol? Also the symbol for Venus and Copper, the circle with a cross pointing down could be a great new 21st Century image update for Volvo.
I like the general overall size of the Mazda Tribute. It is car-ish inside, allowing me to reach the kids if I need to. I don’t feel like I’m driving the Mazda Gigantor (not a real car), or filling up the Mazda Gigantor at the pump.
Once the car is fully loaded with four kid-free moms and our weekend luggage, we are off into the land of “not a care in the world.” I glance over at my co-pilot with envy, when I observe her fully reclined in the passenger seat (map nowhere in sight, and all copiloting duties forgotten), receiving a facial from the back.
I find myself yearning for mulled apple cider and pumpkin muffins. It must be fall; time for some scenic aspen viewing and road testing the Ford Explorer through the Rocky Mountain National Park.
I enjoy a perfect moment in time. The test car’s gold exterior glistens and gleams in the sun. I feel as though I have been outfitted with sparkly gold-plated armor for the day, which will have me emerge victorious in whatever mommy-battle I may face. That is, until…
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