I have never had heated seats in a vehicle I have owned in the past. I really had no interest in having them this time around either, but they came with the Sorento I purchased. I told my daughter Sarah that I couldn’t conceive that I would ever use them. She was pretty sure that despite my initial nonplussed attitude toward them that I would grow to love them.
My daughter Cheyenne immediately loved them – she thinks they are the best thing since sliced cheese (yes, those are my words for her appreciation level, not hers). I, on the other hand, was holding on to my unfortunate encounter with heated seats back in March 2012 (see that story here). That singular experience framed my entire evaluation of the utility of heated seats and it was not a positive evaluation.
That was until I got into a cold vehicle one morning this past week. If there is one thing that I love and miss about my Tiburon beside its overt sexiness, it is its Autostart on cold days. The Sorento requires a manual start and that results in me sitting in the car waiting for it to warm up. It was then that I thought that maybe – just maybe – those silly heated seats might have some limited utility in keeping me warm as the vehicle warmed up. I confess, I was not at all sure how a toasty fanny could warm the rest of me, but I was willing to settle in the moment for at least one warm part.
Well, I must say, I am warming to the idea of heated seats. There is something about that radiant warmth that I have found to be of value. I now find myself pushing the button with greater frequency. And so far, the cheek to cheek debacle of March 2012 has not been repeated. Sarah may be right about the heated seats…it isn’t quite love, but it is definitely a budding affection.
Day one thousand two hundred and one of the new forty – obla di obla da