I thought the Taurus died decades ago. It seemed like every single one from the eighties wanted to die.
I never wanted my Forester, although I moved across town with two trips.
Mom had a station wagon and, aside from the suicidal Taurus, they worked just fine. I knew tons of people with minivans that managed well, but plenty of Suburban owners, too.
Right now a unicycle is big enough for my family, but if I ever manage to secure one, I would want a station wagon or minivan, but everything would depend on what the Mrs wanted to drive, wouldn't it?
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