I glide to a stop at a red light. It’s Thanksgiving and I have my ladyfriend and parents in tow. This is the first time my folks have been inside our CX-7 tester and they’re still getting acquainted.
My dad pipes up from the rear seat: “So this has a V6?”
“No, 4-banger,” I reply. “165 horsepower or so, I think” (it’s actually 161).
“Ahh,” he says. “So what’ll it tow?”
“It won’t, really,” I respond. “Maybe 1,500lbs tops.”
I can tell he’s mulling that over. This is a man–a computer programmer–who dailies a turbodiesel Dodge Sprinter. Yes — the big white plumber van. You could say he’s a fan of practicality.
“So what’s the point, then?” he finally asks.
I shrug and gesture around the cabin at the four comfortably-seated occupants.