I'm getting a new car, a Honda CR-V. This is something I've been planning on doing for the past several months. Currently I'm driving a Honda Insight, and while the gas mileage is really good, the car itself just does not overwhelm me the way I thought it would. Not that it's a bad car, I just need something... bigger, it's a guy thing. Anyway, this afternoon while I was sitting in the Honda Dealership waiting for my sales consultant to locate a Kona Coffee Metallic EX-L, the consultant to my left was going over the Owner's manual with a gentleman who had just purchased a new Honda. With all of the electronics in today's cars this is rarely a timely process. I was more focused on the CR-V then their conversation until I heard the customer say "oh" in a very dismayed tone of voice. What didn't he like? The doors automatically lock when you hit about 8 or 9 miles an hour. "I don't think I like that," he said, and his consultant said "well, if you don't like it, we can always turn that feature off." And I'm sitting there wondering if this customer has pudding for brains. Holy Crap! The locks on you vehicle's doors are not only security features, they're safety features as well. "Yes" the customer said, "I'd like that feature turned off. At that moment I knew this guy was a dumb as a brick.
|The dot is meant to let you know the door is safely locked.|
If you're in an accident, a locked door will do quite a lot to keep you from being ejected from the vehicle, especially if you're one of those morons who doesn't like to wear seat belts. A locked door will also keep you from falling out of the car, and believe me, I know a little bit about that. When I was 8 years old I was in the back seat with four of my cousins in a car driven my Uncle Floyd. As he took a turn a little too sharply the back door opened, because it wasn't latched properly, and I went flying. After bouncing across the gravel shoulder I rolled about four feet down a hill. While nothing was broken, I was a living, breathing road burn. I always lock my car door, you know, been there, done that, don't want to do it again. I like the safety feature. The asshole beside me this afternoon likes to live dangerously. One of these days he's going to hit a telephone pole a little too hard and he will be catapulted through the air with the greatest of ease, head first into a concrete pavement. At that time it's going to be a little late for him to think "hhmmm, maybe I should have locked that door."