2006 Kia Sedona: Good Ride on the Freeway
October 19, 2006
I was running late. I asked myself, "How the heck did THIS happen?" I had to be in San Diego's Balboa Park (BalboaPark.org) by 4pm for a wedding, and it was 1:30pm on Friday, AND I was still in Santa Monica. Suddenly, there was back to back traffic on the 405...just great.
It was Friday the 13th, dark rain clouds hung on the horizon, and red taillights sprawled out in front of me. Okay, so it was no surprise the traffic wasn't moving, but a guy can hope, right? I looked in my rearview mirror, through the cavernous Sedona, and saw traffic surrounding me. Then I thought, "Wait, I'm going to a wedding on Friday 13th? Why would someone get married on Friday 13th?" I was determined to find out, as I happen to like the number 13.
Rain drizzled down, and as science dictates, the air got warmer as steam changed to water. In fact, it was downright humid, so I cranked the A/C, and out came a moldy stink. Oh, jeez, what the heck is that? Then I remembered a trick to get rid of it, that you can sometimes run the heater at full blast for a bit, then switch to the A/C. So I did that, and it did the trick. Yes! Then the traffic started moving. Double yes!
I sunk my foot into the gas peddle and the Sedona took off. Well, it actually went through a few shifts, but once it was in 3rd and beyond, I was hauling smoothly toward my destination. Then I realized how fast I was going and backed off. The Sedona is one smooth ride on the freeway. The weight of the vehicle, combined with the solid build, strong engine, and nicely tuned suspension got the job done.
I picked up my friend in Dana Point at 2:30pm, right on time to make it to San Diego by 4pm. Only she told me the wedding was now at 6pm. Well, better early than late. So we rolled smoothly to the Blue Water Grill for swordfish tacos, then to the Hyatt for a sunset view onto the bay, and finally the wedding at Balboa Park where my question of, "Why get married on Friday 13th." was answered. Balboa Park is apparantly a very difficult venue to book, and if you have to get married there, you take what you can get.
The ceremony started, and so did the rain. But everyone took it in good fun. Soon after, the reception nearing an end, it was time to roll my friend back to Dana Point. She was so tired, she wanted to just lay down in the back, but instead of the floor, I suggested she take the back seat while I drove. But that turned into two issues.
As I headed out of the park, she couldn't fully recline the back seat, although there was so much room behind her. So she decided to make due until we couldn't figure out how to turn off the rear air vent that was blowing in her face. Okay, so we pulled over, she jumped in the passenger seat, reclined, and hit the hay.
When I got to Dana Point, she was still out. So to wake her, I hit the door lock button, which made a loud, uh, alarm-like buzz for some reason, and that did the trick. It was late, dark, and cool as I cruised alone back to Santa Monica. But doing that freeway drive in the Sedona, it was smooth all the way.