Customer Review of 2021 Lincoln Aviator Reserve AWD
Manufacturer: The Lincoln Motor Company, Chicago
Dealer: Lincoln Heights Ford Sales Limited, Richmond Road, Ottawa, ON Canada
Lincoln Heights Ford Sales Limited
February 12, 2021
Category Archives: General
Man does not live by carrot cake alone!
There is within the ungodliness of my latest tactile absorptions (the visual, the mechanical and the artistic) an identifiable yet complicated scientific feature, the exact nature of which I know only by the very pleasing effect arising from its impenetrable cause. Isn’t that so often the case! How willingly ignorant we are of origin yet how shamelessly avaricious we are for its reverberations, those fountains of transparency and brilliance from the wellspring. Thankfully there is no imperative to connect the two. The tolerance of rendition howsoever kindled is but an accepted convenience of society.
Not saving it for the funeral!
One of the recognizable though perhaps less than lofty merits of shallowness is the over-riding permission (dare I say submission) to acquaint oneself with the hedonistic and patently visceral pleasures of life! In my defence – and speaking on behalf of the natural scientists of the planet – we are after all at heart but a stem from the root of the corporeal world! This fleshy, substantial sphere is however not so far removed from the unworldly, spiritual edacity that some would have us believe. Never overlook the strength of the mind/body dichotomy, thank-you René Descartes!
Refresh
Never had I imagined the current extravagance of nothing to do! With the exception of the occasional medical appointment and an outing for grocery shopping, the world is my own! It is however but an awakening privilege, one which expressly requires conditioning. Its unemployment is not a release from work for there is a new mandate. Nor by the way is the boon merely a product of retirement. Indeed the first several years of my retirement were devoted to domestic adjustments and a prolonged review of paper and electronic files including the maintenance and settlement of the inter vivos and testamentary estates of my parents. What a profound peculiarity it is for me to reflect upon what is the precipitous disappearance of my parents and the equally abrupt injunction of the future horizon which I must now face entirely without them, without the joy or necessity of their approbation, as an unidentified personality in a wide open space of unfamiliarity. I have at last attained the summit of professional and familial obligation. My complacency is a confessed achievement of self-satisfaction though not without its percolating exigencies.
Okay, now where was I?
This business of going to bed every night at precisely ten o’clock is in many ways a welcome adoption but at moments like this – when I’ve devoted an entire day to “taking care of business” I need a break from routine. Not that it is something I am attempting to avoid; it’s just that sometimes I require more than habit to make me sleep or at least stay asleep without pondering things over and over again. Anyway what’s keeping me up and going at this dreadful hour – it is shockingly now past midnight – is that I have been fussing all day rearranging things. Just little things, really, but nonetheless things that obviously captured my attention.
uberrimae fides
Uberrima fides (sometimes seen in its genitive form uberrimae fidei) is a Latin phrase meaning “utmost good faith” (literally, “most abundant faith”). It is the name of a legal doctrine which governs insurance contracts.
A higher duty is expected from parties to an insurance contract than from parties to most other contracts in order to ensure the disclosure of all material facts so that the contract may accurately reflect the risk being undertaken. The principles underlying this rule were stated by Lord Mansfield in the leading and often-quoted case of Carter v Boehm (1766) 97 ER 1162, 1164,
Insurance is a contract of speculation… The special facts, upon which the contingent chance is to be computed, lie most commonly in the knowledge of the insured only: the under-writer trusts to his representation, and proceeds upon confidence that he does not keep back any circumstances in his knowledge, to mislead the under-writer into a belief that the circumstance does not exist… Good faith forbids either party by concealing what he privately knows, to draw the other into a bargain from his ignorance of that fact, and his believing the contrary.
Decision Day 2021
The titillation surrounding the second impeachment of Donald Jennifer Trump is akin to the bloodthirsty animation accompanying a bullfight; namely, we know who wins in the end but not without the prospect of crowing about severe injury on both sides. The vindictive interest of the masses in the outcome is partially excused by the novelty of the citation in the history of the United States of America. The more compelling peculiarity in this instance is that the outcome will affect not only the combatants but also the spectators. America’s Grand Old Party (GOP) is on the precipice of more than cosmetic surgery. Already certain of the Republicans have solidly distanced themselves from Trump. Their party colleagues are undoubtedly facing the same moment of truth, poised to fall back upon conventional identity or fall into the abyss of white supremacism that is called “Trumpism“.
What can I say?
I’ve heard it said about writing, “Write what you know“. Sounds simple enough but it is not. There is a hesitancy to write what one knows not because of its intimacy but because of its negligibility. This I find is particularly so during the pandemic when everything social is limited. The implication is that gravity derives primarily from interaction, such things as gatherings with others, travel and specific adventures. Ironically the absorption then descends to what is happening not who is there. Yet nothing could possibly be more mind-numbing than a travel log. What sparks my interest is by contrast those bromidic reflections upon whatever one is doing. Permit me then to illustrate by sharing with you the trite brooding which arose during my bicycle ride this morning.
Tracking the days
I find my days are pleasantly interrupted by monotony or what I might more charitably call a lack of variety. Astonishingly – that is, by historical standards – we’ve continued to bicycle almost every day throughout the winter. The peculiarity is a welcome accommodation of my otherwise limited physical activity. All the more so because with the passing of each day I more willingly succumb to the burgeoning theory that, at my age, I am entitled to abandon any ambition to exercise. Come to think of it, the identical theory now promotes numerous other predilections – or should I say diminutions. As much as I hate to admit it, I am increasingly preoccupied with the eventuality of “going into space” as my dear father used to call it. To that I have added my own moderately relieving quip that, “I’m not saving it for the funeral!” The combination of mortality and Epicureanism seems to me to stabilize what risks becoming a state of either perpetual discontent or conduct unbecoming of a gentleman. I would not be the first who “retired to the country with his book and his bottle“.
Fact vs Fiction
These are modern times. Our collection of electronic “devices” with their “tap” facility has exuberantly overtaken us. We’re daily adjusting to their many alternatives as variously listed on “Settings” or “Preferences” among a host of others. Meanwhile it’s an era when, thanks to the internet, truth has become a malleable instrument for personal use (and frequently for nefarious purposes). Gone are the days when madness was confined to some obscure book written by an equally unrecognizable author. Now we’re daily bludgeoned with similarly frantic assertions by famous and sometimes renowned persons touting what they describe as illuminating and tenable fodder.