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I may be maturing or maybe it's just midlife in spades

I, Stevie, have Volvo lust. I've had it for over 25 years.

They represent all that is safe, comfy, reliable..in car form. They signify stability and a modicum of economic stability and they hardly ever break down, I'm told.

I still don't own one, which makes this unrequited lust, I suppose.

But it turns out I may be fickle.

I know! Really? But Stevie you've always always always said you wanted a Volvo. Always. See above for reasons.

Until I saw the new Honda Crosstour.

OMG!

It is: sexy, sturdy, sleek, shiny, and it's a Honda. I love Hondas. I had a Honda Accord for 15 years...and only gave it up after delivering Baby #2 and realizing the risk of permanently throwing out my lower back hauling said Baby out of the carseat in the back of the Honda was only moments away. But I didn't want to give it up, it had been an awesome car. Awesome.

The Crosstour:


I am in l.o.v.e.

Sorry Volvo. I've just relegated you to Old Lady Car status.

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