Tuesday, October 25, 2022

Wiedersehen Macht Freude

I enjoy circling the bridge twice, with my apologies to Captain Yossarian. What follows is closing in on being almost a decade and a half old. Almost. At the time I titled it: 

Almost a Backseat Driver

If you believe in evolution and the triumph of survival based on innovation in a species, when you look to your left or right around your workspace on any given workday, or when wandering the aisle in a supermarket, or (in my case) just looking in the mirror, you have to be getting sweaty palms when you read a local newspaper or check out the evening TV news.

We're watching the world try to break its dependence on fossil fuel as a source of energy (we could quit anytime, we tell one another as we scout for gas stations with the cheapest price) and perfect alternative technologies such as electric cars or hydrogen fuel vehicles. 

The turmoil this type of challenge produces is evident in the marketplace where familiar names like Pontiac, Oldsmobile, and Plymouth have all already gone the way of the dinosaur with more to follow making room for new products from new manufacturers--intentional or not.

Into all of that, comes this
Part of that Motorized Lounge Chairs Don't Kill People, Drunks Who DriveThem Do ad campaign that the home furnishings people have been muttering about for most of the last decade, I suspect. The report's note about the cup holders is, I think, why I fell in love with the story. 

The only things I can't figure out are the top speed of the chair, how many miles per gallon it gets (regular or super), and what the opening bid at the police auction will be for it. You don't suppose the La-Z Boy folks are hoping to snag it for their museum, assuming they have one (if not, what an incredible first acquisition). 

And if so, in addition to recruiting Al Cowlings and OJ Simpson to sit on it, do you think (hope) they'll drive it back to corporate headquarters, maybe in a motorcade of armored ottomans? Assuming such an event is televised what should we be sitting on to watch it?
-bill kenny

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