We hadn’t been parked but a minute or two when it happened. After about a half an hour wringing out our test subject on what few curvy stretches of road suburban Detroit had to offer, we opportunistically pulled into a roadside fruit stand to snap a few photos before our ride got any dirtier. It was at exactly this point that a Lincoln MKZ rolled up, a window whirred down, and two gray-tufted heads popped out. “What is it?” inquired the couple in boisterous unison. Silence. “It’s the 2010 Honda Accord Crosstour,” we eventually blurt out, my co-driver sounding suspiciously apologetic. “It’s… it’s gorgeous!” The late-sixty-something man isn’t being facetious – in fact, he’s gushing – taking his hands off the Lincoln’s wheel and gesturing as if to reinforce his sincerity.
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