You say you can’t stand sport-utility vehicles? Amateur. Here’s a guy who can’t stand sport-utility vehicles:
You’ll search long and hard to find someone else as firmly committed to the removal of the SUV from the American road as your humble author believes himself to be. Although I drove four different Land Rovers during the company’s BMW and Ford periods (a ’97 five-speed Disco, a ’99 Rangie 4.0S that I talked my father into buying, an ’00 Freelander, and an ’03 Discovery 4.6) I had what I felt to be a valid excuse: a BMX and mountain bike hobby that found me on dirt roads and fire trails nearly every weekend. As soon as my knees fired me from those sports, I fired the Rovers and got a Phaeton like decent people do.
The bulk of SUVs foisted on the American public have been irredeemable pieces of garbage, misshapen and deeply offensive embarrassments, gravid with the moist spawn of limitless profit yet crawling with the maggots of brand destruction, long-term customer disappointment, and, occasionally, violent death at the hands of a collapsing roof.
Not that a roof has hands, but you get the idea.
I figured that the shark was jumped, or at least driven over, once General Motors deemed that Saab should have SUVs, and brought forth three unsuccessful models, built from the Chevrolet, Cadillac and Subaru parts bins.