Monologue of Japanese long-liver - Toyota Raum, 2008

“Well, where, where are you pressing, I'm not a young foal who is only happy to tear his hooves from the start. I'm already about ten. Although in my homeland in the Land of the Rising Sun, this is not considered an age. Japan is a country of centenarians. And to be honest, no one gives me my age. Well, okay, if you want speed, get it. But, as they say, hold me tight! Don't let go of the steering wheel! Here the hostess does not tear the pedals like that, she is tender with me. And I pay her in return. Often I have to help her: I will beep with a sound that I forgot to turn off the headlights, then I will release the ABS so that I can get out of the skid safely. And when she comes in the morning and begins to carefully wipe me off the snow-ice, I have tears from emotion ... And I quickly thaw out in her tender hands, and I try to turn the music on her more cheerful ... And she praises me: “Well, well done, Romochka, let's go ... "Yes,

I heard the owner once say to the owner: they say, you don't need to talk to the car, it's just a mechanism, and nothing more. It's a shame to hear such words. After all, when assembling, the Japanese craftsmen put their soul into me, and a piece of living matter remained in me. For ten years I had different owners, and with those who did not understand me, I quickly parted. What is my character? I'm not so much playful as a greyhound, not so much high-speed as maneuverable, and whoever says that an automatic machine interferes with this very maneuverability, he simply does not understand anything about it.

Well, take overtaking, for example. My master - he is special in this, even though my steering wheel is on the right, the owner will still overtake quickly, clearly, safely. He always feels the distance to the oncoming car, and the rear one, following him to overtake those walking, will give the opportunity to also complete the overtaking. And here recently we went with the owner to overtake a truck, and the "ten", which was driving in front of us immediately behind this truck, suddenly decided to overtake too. I went out from behind the truck and "got up". In the distance, an oncoming car looms, and the "ten" is in no hurry to complete the maneuver. Well, she has time, but whether we will be in time after her, her owner does not care. Here I, of course, have heard enough of all sorts of different expressions, the pads are still jarring.

So the point is not only whether it is a mechanic or a machine gun, but who is driving. Well, in general, my current owners are fine with me. With the hostess I feel like a gentleman, and with the owner - a sort of insolent and daring, because he has a tough driving style. But I, however, immediately explained to him that more than 160 I need to ride on me only if the diarrhea has broken through, but there is nowhere to go ... Sailing, however. I'm a minivan, my roof is high, the ground clearance is also not small, so over 160 I do not feel very confident. Well, my owner is not a fool - he immediately understood everything and does not abuse it.

And I also love to eat, yes. I can easily swallow 10 liters for 100 kilometers. But I don't require any special worries or hassles, I don't bother the owner, and I don't know the road to service. I feel great and I am sure that my "Paris - Dakar" is still ahead. Why Paris! We with the owner, hostess and their offspring reached the Black Sea, and this is no less than 2.5 thousand kilometers in one direction only. This is where I showed myself! The native Japanese car industry did not shame. I gave the owners to appreciate their main quality - reliability. I myself heard the owner say about me after the trip: "The machine did not disappoint!" And for me this is the best praise. Again, the level of comfort - it is best checked on a long journey. My host is not small, the hostess is tall, long-legged. So I'm glad that in my salon they are spacious and comfortable, and the small one in the back just isn't dancing. This is how I was born: compact on the outside and spacious on the inside. Who at first looks from the side - and then sits in the salon - so immediately: "Wow, how spacious!". Well, yes, especially if you just got out of these rumbling cars, where you need to put your knees near your ears so that the doors close ...

By the way, about the doors. Those that are in the back open up like in local "minibuses" - that is, they do not open wide, but move aside. Any parent who yells at the child in the parking lot can rate this "trick": "Open carefully! Don't hit the door of the next jeep! " Mine sit quietly, not nervous.

I don’t remember exactly, but it seems that one of the greats said: “the Japanese have their own pride” ... I cannot vouch for the accuracy of the phrase, but I will not get lost in the city traffic, be sure!