We just bought a new car. It's a Honda Pilot, which is an obnoxiously large SUV:
Is this day and age, is it completely irresponsible to buy a gigantic car? Yes, probably. I keep waiting for Al Gore to come over and beat us over the heads with a giant club made of all recycled materials.
Jay has a thing for giant cars. When he was growing up, his parents -- like all smart people -- tended to get smaller cars. He ended up psychologically scarred from having to ride in the back seat with his two sisters. I figure WCK will turn out the opposite way, after spending years rattling around in the back of this enormous, cavernous thing, and she'll force her family to buy a Festiva or a Volkswagen Bug. Then her kids will be scarred by the Festiva, and they'll all buy, say, school buses. The next generation won't even want to buy cars at all; they'll just drive around on teeny little scooters or just beam themselves around, like on Star Trek. By then, though, the entire earth will be under water from the melted ice caps, so it won't really matter. We might as well enjoy our giant car while we still can.
Anyway, remember when Marge Simpson bought the Canyonero? I can't get that song out of my head:
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!
Canyonero! (Yah!) Canyonero!
Canyonero! 12 yards long, 2 lanes wide, 65 tons of American Pride!
Top of the line in utility sports
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
Canyonero! Canyonero! (Yah!)
She blinds everybody with her super high beams
She's a squirrel crushing, deer smacking, driving machine!
Canyonero!-oh woah, Canyonero! (Yah!)
Drive Canyonero! Woah Canyonero! Woah!