On Saturday morning we bought a new Subaru Forester (Freddie the Forester), which is apparently the safest car on the planet if you believe the literature. We bought this car because I'm told by my wife that you can't have a new baby in a 1999 Jeep Cherokee with 100,000 miles, brakes that very nearly always work, no airbags, and an air conditioner that has gone the way of Luca Brasi. I have to admit, that is not a totally ridiculous opinion.
The Forester is station wagon if I ever saw one, but they market it as a "mid-sized SUV" in Australia, which is, I think, to sucker people like me who would never buy another station wagon into feeling quite good about the purchase. So, I like the car...I'm happy with the car...definitely the right decision....sensible, new dad thing to do...BUT I can't shake the feeling that I'm going to be driving a station wagon and that's just one more piece of my youth slipping away. Thank god I still have all my hair.
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Dude, Freddie is still sexier than the 2000 Buick I now drive!
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