The driver's seat is a comfy captain's chair that's perched up high. An optional rear DVD player may solve that problem, but it's only available if you skip factory navigation. In the upright position, they're big enough for adults to get comfortable, though younger kids who entertain themselves on long car trips by kicking the front seatbacks with their Stride Rites may be disappointed their legs won't reach. If you're bringing home a new bike or an extra-large dollhouse, the back seats easily split and fold down with a single pull. My first clue that I wasn't in the CR-V's target demographic was the storage cubby on the headliner: It folds down to hold sunglasses, but also reveals a trick fisheye mirror for keeping a close watch on anyone in the back seat – proof that this crossover is made for trips to Toys"R"Us. Inside, Honda panders to the kids-in-tow crowd like a candy shop on a Disney Cruise. The rear doors open wide, though the rear liftgate isn't powered. While the refreshed sheetmetal won't have valets wondering if Abe Froman is in town (last movie reference, I promise), it does make the Honda crossover look approximately 80 percent more like an Isuzu Axiom. Like the Civic, the CR-V got a conservative redesign for 2012. You'll definitely feel like you're getting away with something when you look at the window sticker, too: Fully loaded, the CR-V tops out at about $30,000, and the base model starts at just $22,295. It's not a midday romp through the Art Institute of Chicago, but it's no lecture on the Smoot-Hawley Tariff, either. Rooney forever.Īsk any CR-V owner why they decided to put one in their driveway and the answer will invariably include the phrase, 'after our youngest was born,' or 'good in the snow.'I got a chance to drive a 2012 CR-V AWD EX-L (Honda apparently glued down the caps lock keys in their marketing department), an all-wheel drive model featuring a leather interior and an in-dash navigation system. Ask any CR-V owner why they decided to put one in their driveway and the answer will invariably include the phrase, "after our youngest was born," or "good in the snow." You can't outrun Mr. A grown-up Matthew Broderick played hooky and sleepwalked through some Ferris-style hijinks. It was with great satisfaction, then, that I watched Honda's Super Bowl commercial. Plus, even a replica of a Ferrari 250 GT California doesn't deserve to end up in a ravine. Maybe I'm a killjoy, but I thought the titular character was a spoiled brat who needed to learn that actions have consequences. Generational heresy alert: I've always hated Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
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