Emerson's at Pokobin

Emerson's at Pokobin

When the PR company for Ford get in touch with you and ask if you would like to play with a Ford Kuga over the weekend, you sway towards answering ‘yes’.  When they add in that they will send you up to The Hunter Valley for the weekend, only a fool would say ‘no’.

The car is dropped off at my place and I am straight out the door as I have to pick Mac up at the airport (he has been away on business).  I get to the Kuga, pop my bags in the boot, hop in and scratch my head.  The Kuga is a keyless car.  I know once you are in that all you have to do is push a button to get the engine going, but no matter how many times I push that button, the engine is not starting up.  Lights are flashing at me, the radio is on.  Is the engine that quiet that you can’t hear it?  I open the door to see if that is the case, nope, gahhhh!  What makes this  even more embarrassing is the person who dropped the car off is standing across the road waiting for their cab to arrive.  Feeling like the perfect example of a dumb blond, I stop, and think about this logically.  If I put my foot on the break?  Yup, problem solved and engine is humming away.

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