Now that I've been driving my Subaru Outback for a little while, I can honestly say I love my Outback as much as I love my dog. And I love my dog.
No, I'm not selling it. (My car, not my dog. There are occasions where I might consider selling my dog. He eats thongs and Kleenex and shreds newspapers when I leave him alone for five minutes to go and buy him more ladeedah dog treats.)
Subaru owners are loyal (and, if I may say so, and with the greatest respect, slightly cracked.) This is because the Subaru doesn't die. Ever.
My friend Terry finally got a new one after driving her '97 for more than 400,000 clicks. And it was still road-worthy. You just can't kill 'em.
Real women drive the Subaru Outback.
And apparently, real men do too. Check out this ad for a used Subaru Impreza Wagon:
....read the rest here.
I think Quentin Tarantino wrote it. Maybe Oliver Stone.
I'm telling you, I'm never going to drive anything else.
Because that's what real women do.