A million years ago, my Hyundai was a piece of shit, and the wife wanted a minivan. A $27,000 7 passenger minivan. Why that one? Because the second row had built in booster seats. Any van could have managed the soccer mom, grocery getter jobs, but we needed a palatial stretch with painted bumpers and a useless spoiler in order to get the bucket seats that folded down into boosters, so that kid 2 didn’t need a separate booster seat.
(Yes, I went along with this bullshit. Mea culpa. I didn’t do the math and I hoped to get laid out of the deal.
Karma: What a shock.
Or at least rank higher than the kids.) Read More