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I almost crapped when my husband and I signed on the dotted line 2 weeks ago for our 2006 Chevy Tahoe. A honking chunk of steel with average gas mileage, a big ass, and a TV to boot. Our justifications were many - he is a traveling salesman who needs to drag chemicals with him everywhere - in ALL sorts of bad weather. And... he's six feet seven... so he fits comfortably in that carbon-sucking machine.
Maybe a tad guilty, but I don't define our life by this vehicle for God's sake. The tree huggers need to lighten up. I just recycled my mac and cheese box yesterday. Let the penance begin.
I hope you enjoy your new ride.