The reason I have a big car is that my Father gifted me with it, a couple of years before he passed away, because he could no longer drive safely.
It was quite an admission on his part that he was a danger to other drivers but every once in a while he forgot his problems and would still drive.
No car = no driving.
My taking his car was also an effort on his part to get me out of my little red pick-up truck. Most men have trouble with women having their own pick-up trucks though I have no idea why.
Although he had the means and opportunity to buy another car he never did... for which I am eternally grateful.
So now I have a big ass 2001 Mercury Grand Marquis.
The gas mileage is not horrible and it is so comfortable to drive. The back seat is big enough so that when we evacuated for Hurricane Rita, I was able to nap comfortably on the back seat with three dogs (Lady Jane, Kelis and Kemora) while Paul drove.
The real bonus with this car is that the trunk is big enough for a small family to live in with room for a full bathroom....
not really but it is big.
When I came home on the last day from teaching the Fashion Design Course at Kingwood College, the size of the interior and the trunk were invaluable.
It took me a couple of days to get everything out of the car with lots of 'help' from Alex and the Girls. Their help consisted of sitting by the storm door whining and trying to sneak out while my arms were fully of classroom materials.
I really need to get rid of this albatross. Things are beginning to break and I have dripped enough coffee init that the carpet and seats are beginning to get nasty.
For years I drove small fuel efficient cars.
Heck, my first car was one of the original Honda Civics that got about 40MPG on the highway.
Here's what I need...great carrying capacity, smooth ride, good gas mileage, comfortable seats and a cast iron interior.