First let me say that two of our grandchildren bought new Subaru’s and they love ‘em. They are both impressed with their Impreza’s.
Me, not so much.
When a certain commercial floods the TV screen with the words “it’s what makes a Subaru a Subaru” all I can think of are the tiny, tinny sounding little cars that Subaru first shipped to America.
Every time one would drive by I’d roll my eyes and wonder what type of person would buy a car the size of a play toy, sounded like a bumble bee with whooping cough and looked more like an oversized tadpole than a car.
Also, we thought suicide doors ended with the 1934 Hudson Terraplane. They didn’t. The Subaru 360 that Japan foisted on us in 1968 also had suicide doors!
Some day I may even consider a ride in Tyler’s Impreza. Or maybe Laura’s Subaru - her Impreza still has the new car smell.
p.s. Writing stuff like this happens during sleepless nights while staying in a hotel three States away from home.
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