I have never had an emotional attachment to my cars (unlike my motorcycles) – until now. My cars have always been about utility – first pickups and later SUV’s. They served my purposes, but they weren’t romances.
I really had no intention of buying a car for myself. My wife had been lobbying for the past several months for a replacement for her (vgc) ’96 Taurus – and then she had a frightening near miss. She was clipped by an inattentive older woman who ran a red light - @45mph+ - bounced off the front bumper of the Taurus, and spun through the intersection. She slammed into a steel light pole (bending it), and totaled the new Benz SUV she had been “driving”. And walked away. My wife (Annie), unhurt – and having sustained only minor scratches on her front bumper - saw the condition of that vehicle and learned the merits of side-curtain airbags. Her lobbying became insistence, and so we began our research.
We determined that the Forrester offered her the utility and safety we were looking for – and so went shopping.
I should interject that I had been intrigued by the Tribeca since first seeing one advertised – I wasn’t sure if they were fugly or cool, and that itself piqued my curiosity.
So now were at the local dealership, exploring the possibility of purchasing the Forester that Annie had just fallen in love with – an admittedly beautiful black LL Bean model. (I thought a black car was impractical – but that was her choice. During these negotiations she suggested that I test drive the Tribeca – and that if I liked it, we might consider buying it as well. After all, my ’94 Trooper was getting pretty old. So I did.
And fell in love with a stunning black Tribeca.
I really had no intention of buying a car for myself. My wife had been lobbying for the past several months for a replacement for her (vgc) ’96 Taurus – and then she had a frightening near miss. She was clipped by an inattentive older woman who ran a red light - @45mph+ - bounced off the front bumper of the Taurus, and spun through the intersection. She slammed into a steel light pole (bending it), and totaled the new Benz SUV she had been “driving”. And walked away. My wife (Annie), unhurt – and having sustained only minor scratches on her front bumper - saw the condition of that vehicle and learned the merits of side-curtain airbags. Her lobbying became insistence, and so we began our research.
We determined that the Forrester offered her the utility and safety we were looking for – and so went shopping.
I should interject that I had been intrigued by the Tribeca since first seeing one advertised – I wasn’t sure if they were fugly or cool, and that itself piqued my curiosity.
So now were at the local dealership, exploring the possibility of purchasing the Forester that Annie had just fallen in love with – an admittedly beautiful black LL Bean model. (I thought a black car was impractical – but that was her choice. During these negotiations she suggested that I test drive the Tribeca – and that if I liked it, we might consider buying it as well. After all, my ’94 Trooper was getting pretty old. So I did.
And fell in love with a stunning black Tribeca.
