2008 Mazda CX-9: Stupid Is As Stupid Does
May 21, 2008
Stupid plans, at some point near their inception, generally start with a small grain of a good idea. They quickly devolve to a point where you wish you hadn't done anything in the first place. Well, that realization of stupidity was where three of us were this past Friday.
It started five months ago when we were losing weight after the holidays. Thinking the exercise trend would continue, doing the Mountain Warfare Challenge 10K race at the beginning of summer would be a nice exercise goal. Work and life meant we lost focus until three weeks to go when we were madly trying to get in shape. Yes, this is the part we realized we were way in over our head.
Friday before the race we piled our stuff into the CX-9's ample cargo room but had to double back to grab the forgotten running shoes of one of the editors. I won't point the finger at whom, but his name starts with a "J" ends with an "n" and has and "oh" in the middle. Due to our extra travel time we were swamped in traffic near Glendale. The CX-9's AC was pumping to keep up with the oven-like heat. Thankfully controls and vents in the back meant the lone back seat passenger wasn't melting away.
Once we got out of LA, we were flying up the 395 to June Lake. All of us travelers were enamored with the comfortable seats during the lone drive. No "dead leg", "numb butt" or any other typical travel malady was reported.
Long drives necessitate driver changes. Each time someone got behind the wheel, the first thing mentioned was the light, nimble and responsive feel of the steering. This was no Tahoe or Rendezvous, my friend. Once the driver hit the pedal to pass, the next comment was the ample power available, even with three fat editors, their stuff, and a loaded cooler.
Yes, we all finished the race albeit sore, tired, dirty, and bloody. Nothing a nice long soak in local hot springs can't cure. On the drive back home to LA, there was a bit of a tussle as to who would drive. Everyone loved driving this thing so much on the way up we all wanted the next five hours behind the wheel all to ourselves.
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