August 22, 2016 By C! Magazine Staff

Honda Pilot

The previous generation Pilot wasn’t necessarily an acquired taste, but it did come across as something that could gnarl at a raised brow, just because it could. The 2nd generation was a nimble and agile tank that strut its stuff about town without needing to excuse itself. Like a jock from a John Hughes film, it knew it turned heads.

Unlike its 80’s film reference however, this jock matured very well. No signs of a gut on this, the 3rd generation Pilot. Dropping approximately 300 pounds, the Alabama native not only improved its IIHS rating, but cut the cabin’s overall noise, vibration, and harshness as well. Standing longer and wider, the SUV is 2.9 inches (73.66 mm) shorter than its predecessor, but hasn’t sacrificed any of its ample headroom.

It’s a fairly packed premium feel 8-seater, with a roof mounted entertainment console, sun roof, privacy blinds and an 8-speaker audio which includes an 8” subwoofer. The interior leather is plush, the number of cup holders could rival a small movie theater, and it’s got enough power outlets to charge a defibrillator. With that said, I do have my complaints. Others in the same category employ the same equipment; some might argue better quality as well. Such is with the Bluetooth and head unit display. In motion or parked, it isn’t the easiest to navigate. And the air conditioning volume is something that takes getting used to.

The one feature that can be sorely missed in the Pilot is the power folding 3rd row seats. Albeit the transition from a 5-seater to an 8-seater to accommodate extra passengers is at the tug of a rope, power folding seats are not necessarily seen as a lazy man’s best friend. It is a premium feature which I believe should have been incorporated, matching its quite premium sticker price.

Though I would have loved a 7th gear to stretch its legs a bit more on longer drives, I can’t, however, feel helplessly smitten by the Pilot. I’m crushing on this thing hard. I have been an EDSA driver all my life, a father for ten years now, and never stray far from those two very real factors when considering an automobile. There’s the city that needs tending to, and the ends of the expressways for some quality time. I consider the pilot to be the easiest large car to maneuver that I have tested, the furthest from a task to drive, and difficult to let go.

“That’s why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they’d call ’em something else.”

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