New Kia Sedona?

Back in August 2008 I needed to go buy a new car after being in a rather serious collision and having my other car totalled by the insurance company. After much deciding what features I needed the most, I found a Kia Sedona, nearly new, for a great deal. I have been really happy with the performance of the new car until the past few weeks. It seems that Kia only intends their braking system to last about 14,000 miles. No, I am not kidding, I just had my brakes and rotors replaced at just 14,000 miles! The pads were well worn and the rotors were badly warped. Now, before you say I ride the brakes too much, I tend the exact opposite. I hate braking. Okay, now get off the floor from all the laughing, but I really do hate it. I tend to be that jerk in front of you who decides that coasting to the red light ahead is better than screaming up to said red light and then slamming on the brakes. It also keeps the guy in front of me from getting pissed off by my rapid arrival.

Anyway, while at the dealership, I decided that I needed to lighten up a little since my days have been kind of intense. So after flirting with my service advisor at the dealership (it's okay, he was about 400 lbs on a good day, not my type!) I settled into the waiting room and watched a rather harried mom with 2 kids ages 3 & 4 try to get them to settle down. Being a harried mom myself at times, I grabbed my son's toy basket out of my car just as they were about to take my car for a test drive and brought it back in the lounge. The mom's face said it all; sometimes we all need someone to just give us a little break! As her kids played with my son's toy cast-offs, we struck up a good conversation about our cars. Turns out we both have the exact same model with the exact same problem! I don't think the service advisor liked that we were comparing notes!

I started talking about my other problem with the car. It turns out there is a naughty little guy that lives under the passenger side seat. This guys only job is to find out how much the person weighs in that seat and then decide if that person qualifies for airbag protection or not. I found out that I can make his day a living hell if I throw my heavy bag on the seat. The airbag system goes wonky and refuses to operate at all unless I get my damn bag off the seat! What I want to know is will this little guy one day decides to ask me when I sit in the passenger seat "What the hell happened to your diet?"

I figure I just won't ride in the passenger seat. At least not until I lose another 100 pounds. I'll show that little tattletail under the seat. I'll cover his butt in McDonald's wrappers.

'Nuff said.