Cue Doofus Dad™ and Bitchy Teenager™, mobile phone glued to her hands. In the car, of course.
Dad: "Every time a VW hits 100,000 miles an
angel engineer gets his wings."
Bitchy teenager: "Whatever. I'm sure that at every 200,000 miles and rainbows fly out of their butts."
End on rainbow flavored button.
If a VW hits 300,000 miles, will VW start making good advertising again?