lemon scented moon

Sun rays. The heavens illustrated. 1844.

1985, the year we decided that "getting away from it all" meant bringing every single corded appliance we owned into the woods. Honda’s pitch here is peak Boomer-era irony, urging you to "run away from home" while simultaneously ensuring you don’t miss a single episode of Miami Vice or a freshly blended strawberry daiquiri.

Look at that hatchback. It’s a structural miracle. They managed to fit a wooden television set and a boombox the size of a microwave into a space meant for groceries. And let’s pour one out for the basset hound, who clearly realized long ago that "nature" now includes the hum of a 4-stroke engine and the smell of ozone. Nothing says "peace and quiet" like the high-pitched whir of a blender crushing ice at sunset while your electric blanket draws 600 watts in the middle of a forest. It’s not a camping trip; it’s a hostage situation for electronics.