Now that I've brought down Newsweek with my mighty post, I'll tell you that I came home tonight to a strange car in the driveway. Mr. Cracker had gone shopping and brought home another guy car -- something to haul around kayaks, dogs, and the occasional wife. There's no accessory I could actually reach if I were driving, but it's neat to ride in.
He may like a vehicle with rubber flooring, but he sleeps in something like this.
These are those little tradeoffs you make to maintain harmony.
That's not a "guy" car.
I won't even mention the bed.
Posted by: greg at May 17, 2005 08:58 AMYeah, Mr. Cracker thinks the bed is pretty bad. Hee!
The Element's marketing campaign was aimed at guys. If a woman sits behind the wheel, she can't actually reach anything comfortably (or safely).
No, it's not particularly macho-looking -- it's not a souped-up Camaro, but it was specifically targeted to men.
Man, that Mr. Cracker is a real pansy.
Posted by: John from WuzzaDem at May 17, 2005 12:59 PMNuh-uh!
Posted by: Donnah at May 17, 2005 05:24 PM