Okay, maybe I was a bit hasty in writing off SUVs. I mean, who doesn't want one of these:
Endorsed by Krusty.
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?
Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown
Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
Sixty five tons of American pride!
Top of the line in utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
She blinds everybody with her super high beams
She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine
Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!
Whoa, Canyonero! Whoa!
Snag the song here.
I certainly enjoyed having my Suburbasaurus as my second car.
I don't have 12 kids and won't be hauling timber, so I have no use for a Suburban. To each his own...
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