Sport-utility vehicles have some advantages: they hold a lot of stuff, generally, and you probably have a neighbor or two who bursts into tears whenever she sees one. But Tam gets to the heart of what’s really wrong with these four-wheeled tanks:
The Forester is pushing the limits of the amount of sheet metal I care to herd around on a daily basis, any more than that and driving starts to get a little too close to work for me to really enjoy it. Plus, you can’t convince me that big, tall stilty vehicles don’t just tip over occasionally for no reason whatsoever, like, while they’re sitting in parking lots and stuff.
I note with no small amount of sadness that the little Screwbaru, despite all that whirry stuff to turn both sets of wheels, is about 200 lb lighter than my own oversized but not stilty ride.