One of the dumber ad-lines I’ve seen was this sticker: “I’d rather push a Harley than ride a Honda.” It conjured this mental image of a fat, hairy 60-year-old pushing his lonely Harley on the highway as the Hondas whiz past him.
I’ve always wondered, also, why mangoes in the US are so crummy. They tend to come from South America or Africa, but whatever their provenance, they’re all the same — big, green-red skin, hard yellow-white flesh, and quite tasteless. And they cost two dollars apiece.
Well, apparently we’re doing a deal with the US. They get our mangoes, and we get their Harleys. We’ve even relaxed emission norms for the Harleys, to Euro III (other bikes must satisfy Euro IV).
I suppose it’s a win for producers — a mango farmer would rather export his produce than see it rot in a glutted market — but as a consumer, it leaves me a bit dissatisfied. I mean, we already have Hondas. And they don’t need to be pushed.