reminds me of the first cars i'd ever seen with massaging seats at the north american international auto show. Less of a massage, more so the sensation of sitt

reminds me of the first cars i'd ever seen with massaging seats at the north american international auto show. Less of a massage, more so the sensation of sitting on some large, undulating, lovecraftian leather mass. There was the accountable whine of a team of motors, and once every few minutes a sharp audible pop could be heard. God bless Mercedes for trying to cover this all up by blasting classical through the car speakers though.