Note: I wrote this orginally for the Harr / MHQ team newsletter, hoping it would encourage our terrified employees to climb out from under their desks and maybe sell someone a new Chrysler, Jeep, Dodge or Toyota instead of being afraid that a bear (or maybe me) was going to get them. I don't know if the note succeeded in its original intent, but it was pretty catharctic to write. So here it is. Outrunning the Bear. So this is what it feels like in our business, the wonderful world of cars, in March, 2009: Every morning, you get up, get dressed, come to work, and feel like you are being chased by a bear. A big hungry mother of a bear. Even if you’ve never been caught by a bear, you know if he catches you, it won’t be pretty; it’ll be a bunch worse for you than it will be for the bear. So you run. Every night, you go home, decompress, sample an adult beverage or two, towel off and rest up. The next morning, you get up and do it all over again. This may not be the reason anyone choose to get into our ...