Nathan Hansen's column: The quirks of an aging auto
Maybe the most annoying sign the holiday season is upon us each year is the return of commercials from luxury auto makers suggesting that a high-priced car is an entirely reasonable gift for the person you love. Or at least the person you most want to appreciate you for your bank account.
Am I really supposed to believe the naughty people on Santa’s 1 percent list just get a red Mercedes instead of a white one? Do the red ones at least come without a seat heater?