My dad bought a Jeep Liberty.  Because he always wanted to own a Jeep.  In reality he still has never owned a Jeep.

Having driven through one of these, it’s kind of like the Temple Grandin cow slaughter-house chute. It’s weirdly alarming and calming at the same time. You know the risk of imminent death is right around you, but you only really have one way to go as you smoothly follow the car (cow) ahead of you through the curves. …

Is this a Mazda thing?  We went into a very busy Mazda dealership on a particularly busy Saturday.  They asked what we wanted to drive and they gave us keys to three different cars.  Never even looked at our licenses.  They just said take ‘em out and let us know what you think.

We were looking for a new daily driver for my wife and found the most sexist salesperson in history.