It’s strange how these things creep up on you. You live where you live, and do the things that you do. You feel like a normal, everyday person – everyone lives like you do, don’t they?
Sure, I live in the suburbs and my wife and I both have a car just like a lot of other people do. We live in a house with bedrooms, 1.5 bathrooms, a kitchen and dining area and a nice outlook. We both have jobs, cook meals at home and we play card games and dice games with the kids. We read books, she paints and I like to tinker around in the shed.
So what’s so different?
Well, firstly, I don’t drink coffee. Or tea. I don’t drink any hot drinks at all actually. At home I mix up a cordial and away from home I drink Coke – in a bottle with a lid.
Second, I can read maps. If I need to go somewhere and I don’t already know where it is, then I open my street directory and look it up.
Third, I live in a small city, so looking at the map isn’t overly difficult at all. As a matter of fact, Hobart’s so small (200,000 people) that it barely qualifies as a ‘city’ and I probably only look up a map maybe three times a year at most.
So what’s this got to do with anything?
It’s just me reminding myself that when I read a review of a fantastic vehicle like the 9-3 SportCombi (my favourite Saab of the moment) and the reviewer writes about the car not having good enough cup holders, I should resist the urge to tear his head off and scream “It’s not that important!” right into his ear. I should accept that some people don’t have a 10-minute commute to work in a small city, and that some people must obey their coffee cravings, and that not everyone drinks Coke from a bottle.
It’s the same when I read about others complaining about the Satnav system. I should resist the urge to scream “Learn to read an effing map!” and just accept that some people have $2,000 to invest in a system like that and that they’re happy doing so.
Greg, you were right. I am a focus group of one.
But I still refuse to accept the validity of the reviewer that’s willing to criticise a car because he can’t store his cell phone in the same spot where he’s used to storing it in his own car. That’s just plain rediculous.
The link above is a readable review of the 9-3 SportCombi Aero V6, from Newsday. It’s a sometimes good and often frustrating read, but it’s Sunday and I can’t really be bothered writing to the author and telling him things like “Good” is the highest IIHS safety rating that a car can get.
Anyway, check it out if you feel you should.