Departing from Honda Cars Makati, the convoy headed north.  Taking the driver’s seat, it’s easy to feel the CR-V 4x4’s new-found soft ride.  Not having to carry eight adults and two midgets, the five-seater 4x4 actually behaves like a luxo-barge.  It takes any road rut or cut with composure, much better than its competition.

Reaching the North Expressway, I let the CR-V rip it, hitting 140 km/h before backing down in fear of a chasing traffic cop.  Despite being “unbroken in” yet, I didn’t fear than the i-VTEC would let me down.  History precedes it: out of 15 million units made, there were no warranty claims for any of Honda’s trademark engine.

Swapping positions with my partner, Lester Dizon of The Philippine Star, I finally got to fiddle with the CR-V’s radio.  I swear, despite my higher than average mechanical aptitude, it took a while to find the FM station preset button.  Finally deciphering the Pioneer’s illogical controls,  I found the disco-ish, chameleon changing to be equally cheesy and downright stupid.  Still, I have to admit, changing the face displace to match the CR-V’s orange instrumentation is a nice touch.

Once we reached Tarlac, the scenery blurred and I dozed off.  The powerful air conditioning and excellent leather seats with arm-rests are surely to blame.  When I woke up, we were about to climb up Baguio.

Because of the non-stop rain, we climbed not through the steeply graded, two-lane Kennon Road; but via (blank) instead.  The engine and transmission were up to the task, but with the thinning atmosphere coupled with the i-VTEC’s revvy nature, a slight loss in pulling power was felt.

It was nearly six in the evening when we reached the city proper, and to my amazement, Baguio has become quite a bustling town.  It was like a small piece of Manila: commercialized and crowded, heck, it’s got its own Starbucks already.  The traffic wasn’t helping either when all of us just wanted to call it a day.

I didn’t do much that night as I just wanted to prepare myself for the day ahead.  I slept just as comfortably in Camp John Hay Manor as I did in our Pearl White CR-V.

This better be good, the CR-V's interior.  We were able to face 760 kilometers in the next three days--so this will be the home away from home.

Feels so nice to have your own personalized sticker.

From left to right: Robbie Hermoso, Emil Tiangco, Aris Ilagan and Lester Dizon share a "bonding moment" together at the Shell station at the North Expressway.

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