If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
My last car had them, but the one on the driver's side got a short in it, and it started mildly shocking me. It felt like about a hundred little pin pricks.But on cold mornings I would always forget that it was broken and turn it on anyway.Ouchie!
That's funny...I was on the subway the other night, and I've been sick, coughing and sneezing, etc. So I sneezed and all of a sudden my crotch felt warm and I thought "Wow, did I sneeze so hard that I peed?" Then I realized that I was on a heated seat. Whew.
I sense danger. Believing you have peed might make you feel like doing it again, and those wires in the seats probably don't mix well with weewee. On a bad day, you could short out your bladder.
They are great. They give you hope that you might still be alive when the car heats up enough to keep you alive.Yes, I know I live in the desert, but it is freaking 38 degrees right now. Freaking 38!!!! Damn it's cold.(I guess I'm a true Arizonan now.)
Yet one more reason why you should walk down that aisle.
Nice feature those heated seats. Second only to the belt-fed weapon to get those slow folks outta my way!!
I prefer to call them bun toasters.
I have them in the new car -now, can't live without!
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