My friends,
It has been two (not three) short months, and a grand total of 1,000 miles on my Q50S-AWD. I am still thoroughly head-over-heels for this vehicle. My fondess stems from a combination of the Q's performance and amenities, coupled with a constant exposure to automobiles of far lesser quality and ability.
Three days a week, I am cursed to a 2 hour ride in a Toyota minivan in the morning, and again in the afternoon. The seats were likely designed by the Marquis de Sade, and the exterior was obviously crafted by a suppository enthusiast. After one full year of these pathetic excuses for transportation, I am of a firm belief that the engineers behind this craptastic hunk of 2004 junk should all be herded into a time machine, and sent back to the Jurassic period to meet their fates at the hands of very hungry velociraptors. The very best part of those three days a week is when I sink in to the extremely ergonomically comfortable sport seat, push the "Start" button, and let the world conform to me.
It's an amazing difference in two Japanese made cars. Perhaps it is an unfair and disparate comparison, but it does underline the extreme difference between what society considers transportation. You see, there are those who believe an automobile is simply a conveyance between two points, and there are those who believe that the automobile is a sanctuary capable of esoteric fulfillment. Supporters of the former likely drive a Prius, Volt, or... a 2004 Toyota minivan. The latter are astute and attuned individuals who seek to climb Maslow's pyramid, and deserve better seats in restaurants, another round at the pub, and the last buffalo wing in the basket.
Were it not for the substantial monetary compensation for my time in the ever-so-offensive minivan, I surely would have climbed a skyscraper with a maiden and died while swatting at bi-planes several months ago. And so, I read the "reviews" of the so-called experts who nitpick the subtleties between the Lexus, BMW, Q, and others... all the while silently thanking all of those hard working folks at all of those companies who have worked so hard to advance automotive achievement. And while I do appreciate all of those who have made such effort, I extend a special thanks to those gentlemen at Infiniti for producing this car... at this price... with these amenities... and with such well rounded excellence.
Ninety days and no complaints. I forgive the small issues like the Sirius/XM lockout... a minute spent in my driveway in silent contemplation whilst waiting to unlock Opie and Anthony is a trivial... and soon to be eliminated... slight irritation. But every morning and every afternoon, with or without extraneous compliment, I grin like a schoolboy with a bag of chocolates and a Playboy in my backpack every single time I lift the door handle of my Q50.
It has been two (not three) short months, and a grand total of 1,000 miles on my Q50S-AWD. I am still thoroughly head-over-heels for this vehicle. My fondess stems from a combination of the Q's performance and amenities, coupled with a constant exposure to automobiles of far lesser quality and ability.
Three days a week, I am cursed to a 2 hour ride in a Toyota minivan in the morning, and again in the afternoon. The seats were likely designed by the Marquis de Sade, and the exterior was obviously crafted by a suppository enthusiast. After one full year of these pathetic excuses for transportation, I am of a firm belief that the engineers behind this craptastic hunk of 2004 junk should all be herded into a time machine, and sent back to the Jurassic period to meet their fates at the hands of very hungry velociraptors. The very best part of those three days a week is when I sink in to the extremely ergonomically comfortable sport seat, push the "Start" button, and let the world conform to me.
It's an amazing difference in two Japanese made cars. Perhaps it is an unfair and disparate comparison, but it does underline the extreme difference between what society considers transportation. You see, there are those who believe an automobile is simply a conveyance between two points, and there are those who believe that the automobile is a sanctuary capable of esoteric fulfillment. Supporters of the former likely drive a Prius, Volt, or... a 2004 Toyota minivan. The latter are astute and attuned individuals who seek to climb Maslow's pyramid, and deserve better seats in restaurants, another round at the pub, and the last buffalo wing in the basket.
Were it not for the substantial monetary compensation for my time in the ever-so-offensive minivan, I surely would have climbed a skyscraper with a maiden and died while swatting at bi-planes several months ago. And so, I read the "reviews" of the so-called experts who nitpick the subtleties between the Lexus, BMW, Q, and others... all the while silently thanking all of those hard working folks at all of those companies who have worked so hard to advance automotive achievement. And while I do appreciate all of those who have made such effort, I extend a special thanks to those gentlemen at Infiniti for producing this car... at this price... with these amenities... and with such well rounded excellence.
Ninety days and no complaints. I forgive the small issues like the Sirius/XM lockout... a minute spent in my driveway in silent contemplation whilst waiting to unlock Opie and Anthony is a trivial... and soon to be eliminated... slight irritation. But every morning and every afternoon, with or without extraneous compliment, I grin like a schoolboy with a bag of chocolates and a Playboy in my backpack every single time I lift the door handle of my Q50.