My first new new car is, according the owner’s manual, officially broken in now!
And not just the inevitable dings and scratches that seem to magically appear on a new car. No, I babied this thing, providing it a variety of speeds and RPMs, always staying within the recommendations except for a couple highway merging episodes where an old geezer chose potential death by truck collision rather than find the accelerator.
Maybe I’ll celebrate by engaging its sport mode and flooring it.
Okay, no I probably won’t do that. But I could. And that alone feels fantastic. May she survive the kid’s driving lessons.
–Simon