First of all, I'm not fans of SUVs. I couldn't ever drive a gas guzzling anything and feel ok about myself. I won't do that. I like the way the SUVs look, they just have the worst gas milage and I couldn't leave behind my 29/34.
So about 6 months ago, right when they came out, I went and drove one of the new Subaru Outbacks. It was going to be black, decked out and a five speed. Have you seen the sunroof on those bad boys? It was nice, though it felt like I was driving a tank. I was going to do the big trade in aaaaaaaaaaaaaand chickened out.
Then about 3 months ago, I went and saw my buddy down at Honda and drove the CRV and liked it. I could get the big super duper, heated leather seat business brand new at $300 over invoice. Couldn't get the manual, and at that price, that was ok. I took my car to the car wash and got the big detail package and everything so I could get top dollar on the trade in. When we sat down to sign the papers, I couldn't do it.
My dream car? I have it. It's a 2003 Mazda Protege 5. It's bright freaking yellow and the licence plates read MAMA P. I love it. I can fit both the kids in and don't feel like I'm driving a minivan. I feel like I'm driving a sports car, which I am. Not to mention, it doesn't define me, though it does represent me quite accurately.