Every time I take my car to the dealership, they return it to me with 36 pounds of pressure and all four tires. The tires (Goodyear RSA) are recommended 50 pounds maximum. Now I get maximum is the most you can put in it, but wouldn’t you put in more than 36 pounds?
Alright, your 2017 black Acura MDX is catching some friendly fire:
It’s the official SUV of saying, “I wanted a luxury car… but I also wanted to spend less than my neighbor.”
Black looked amazing the first 15 minutes after the car wash. Now it’s a full-time display of pollen, dust, fingerprints, and every swirl mark ever created.
The MDX is what happens when a minivan gets a master’s degree and insists it’s “not like the other family cars.”
It has enough chrome to remind everyone it was designed in the mid-2010s.
The infotainment system has so many buttons it looks like you’re about to launch a satellite instead of changing the radio station.
Every time you use the dual-screen setup, you remember why smartphones won.
It screams, “I enjoy a spirited drive… as long as everyone has their seatbelt on and we stop at Costco afterward.”
The V6 sounds eager, but then the 9-speed transmission decides to hold a committee meeting before it picks a gear.
Acura calls it “Precision Crafted Performance.” Your passengers call it, “Did it just shift again?”
It’s the perfect golf club vehicle: expensive enough that people think you’ve made it, practical enough that your trunk is full of push carts, range baskets, and an emergency rain jacket.
To be fair, the joke’s on everyone else when your MDX quietly cruises past 200,000 miles while they’re waiting for their European SUV to get out of the service department. It may not turn heads, but it starts every morning—and that’s a roast-proof flex.