I always had car-crushes even before I knew how to drive. At twelve I coveted the Mazda Miata. I wanted one in green. It was omigawd, so totally me. And then I got older and was like, "psh... I want a Del Sol!" And then, at 15, I fell in love with the Volkswagen Cabriolet which turned into an obsession which soon became my car. Yes. I got a car on my 16th birthday. I was that girl. But so was everyone else in my 'hood so no one hated on my phat ride with cow-seat covers. Especially in the summertime when everyone piled in and we cruised the coast with my top down, blasting Bad Religion and MXPX and every bad surfer-punk rock I could get my paws on. I OWNED that car... for a year and until the whole shaking-on-the-freeway thing after 65mph got annoying So I traded that bitch in for a Jetta with (I kid you not) a vanity plate. I'm not going to tell you what it said. I'm embarrassed. And besides, I traded that shit years ago and got me a wagon. A station wagon.
And ever since? I've been in love. Head over heels in hot drooly lust over all things wagon. I have become a station wagon connoisseur.
Men who drive station wagons? Always hot. Kids in the back of station wagons? Always cute. New station wagons? Awesome. Old station wagons? Classic. Dream station wagon? This. Other dream station wagon? This. My favorite transportation device that isn't a station wagon but kind of seems like the bike equivalent: This. (Owned and operated by a dear friend of mine who also, might I add, drives a station wagon. OF COURSE she does. Of course.)
My head only turns for station wagons. I only have eyes for trunks with room for junk and dogs and strollers and shopping bags full of clothes I've been meaning to sell to Buffalo Exchange or at the very least drop off at Goodwill.
Next time Fergie asks me what she's supposed to do with all her junk, all her junk inside her trunk. I'm totally going to tell her to go get herself a wagon STAT. Totally room for all her junk. And uh, a new lyricist.
Because seriously, who can even TRY to deny this isn't the most beautiful creature you've ever seen. Fergie? Bueller? Anyone?

Oh yeah. That's what I'm talking about... Room for the family and so much more. So very much. More.
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