Progressive’s “Motaur: Gym” Commercial…

 

There are advantages to being a cybernetic organism.  In addition to being extremely cool, it’s awfully easy to exercise when your lower body machine components are those of a motorcycle; just roll onto a treadmill, and you’re off to the races!  You can even multi-task while you’re on a roll by reading a book.  That’s right, our Progressive motaur isn’t just a pretty face getting his laps in, he’s improving his mind!  We can all learn from this…

In our latest Progressive commercial, as our motaur hums along, he’s approached by a gym rat who tries to remind our man-machine that there’s a thirty-minute limit on the treadmill.  “Tell that to the rain,” counters our motorcycle/man in a fashion which reminded me of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s “Tell it to the hand” line from Terminator 2.  Would you care to argue with a cyborg?  No, I didn’t think so.  Our motaur sets the treadmill faster several times during the commercial, and calmly continues both his reading and his ride… 

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7 Comments on “Progressive’s “Motaur: Gym” Commercial…”

  1. carycomic Says:

    I sweat off my excess pounds, vicariously. Watching 1970’s exercise videos featuring women in black leotards with matching tights! 😉

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    • vulpesffb Says:

      And “leg warmers!” Remember those stupid accessories?

      But if you’re not in luck, Richard Simmons will be leading an installment of “Sweating to the Oldies! The horror, the horror… 🙀

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      • carycomic Says:

        Yeah, I have to agree. Leg warmers kind of spoiled the streamline look of the leotards.

        Then, again, mental fitness is just as vital as physical fitness.

        I remember a Johnny Carson classic, wherein he tells the story of this guy who visits a friend’s new apartment. A tenth floor affair with a balcony that’s been temporarily removed for structural reinforcement.

        The first guy is told to relax and play with this recently adopted dog while the friend answers a phone call in the back bedroom. But, he gets bored after the first three retrieved tosses of the dog’s rubber ball. So, the fourth toss goes a little bit too far. Right out the open glass door of the balcony!

        Naturally, the first guy is distraught. What’s he gonna tell his friend when he comes back into the living room? Then, it hits him. When the friend re-enters the living room, the first guy says…

        “You know, when I first got here, your dog looked a little depressed.”

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