I paid off my van last Monday. As the fates would have it, I was rear-ended in carpool line on Tuesday. It wasn't bad damage but the bolts from her front license plate holder punched 2 holes in my bumper. Today I dropped the van off at the repair shop and got a rental. I requested a bigger car and ended up with a Suburban.
It is funny because I know plenty of people (some of my sisters included) who outright refuse to drive a minivan. Too "West Virginia" was a reason sited. I, on the other hand, have always refused to drive a Suburban. Too "Texas soccer mom polluting the earth sitting by the park with the car running to stay cool while the kids practice" for me.
So despite my feelings, I'm driving a Suburban for a few days. So far, I'm not sold.
- It is too big. I feel like I'm driving an 18 wheeler.
- Have you backed up a Suburban in the parking lot of St. Monica's School before? Don't like that part at all.
- The steering wheel is loosey-goosey! I like tight steering. This car has way too much play in it.
- I cannot figure out the radio. The steering wheel buttons are strange. I still haven't been able to change the fader. B spent the afternoon yelling at me to turn up the radio and I refused because it was way too loud up front.
I don't think I'll buy a suburban, much to B's disappointment. I think I'll drive my paid for minivan until the kids don't need to ride with me anymore. So in 20 years, I'll buy a sporty 2 seater that is fast with stick shift. The virtual opposite of the minivan!
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