When I turned sixteen, this was something like our family car. . .
I didn't really drive much until I bought a car like this from my parents at 21:
Yep, a '94 Nissan Altima. This car met an early demise when it got clobbered at an intersection the day after I put $1,000 worth of work into it! It took me quite a few weeks of test driving to figure out what I wanted. When I sat in this vehicle though, my heart sang.
And for the first time in my life, I loved driving.
There's something about feeling the wind whip your hair as you cruise down the freeway with the sunshine in your face. Of course, that means tangled hair and unexpected sunburns, but it's worth all of it. Besides, I looked damn good in that car. :D
Then the roof started breaking on a regular basis and driving me crazy so we traded it in for this blue monster which I love (and still have).
However, after wrestling the car seat through the half door into the backseat, I caved to my husband. We bought a FAV.
FAV = Family Assault Vehicle. <3 my military man.
Did you notice that I 'caved' to my husband? He soooooo wanted a FAV instead of the Explorer that I was eyeing. He was enchanted with the huge cargo space and comfy seating. Me? Not so much.
Okay, so I have to admit that it is darn comfy. And easy to get E in and out of with his car-seat. And it even has a built in car shade for my precious babe. And a navigation system. And self-adjusting cruise control. And two sunroofs. And a push button start. And lots of other nifty gadgets which appeal to my dork side. And I am NOT admitting that I like it because it is still a van. So there.
He's worth it though.