Truthfully speaking, I really despise minivans for no reason other that the fact that I associate them with slow people. Not mentally slow people, but slow for other reasons...especially in drive thrus. If you end up behind a minivan in a drive thru, you have just enough time to go home, fix a full Sunday dinner, and arrive back to the drive thru just in time to see the minivan finally driving away.
Even when I'm behind them on the road I'm not a fan. Now I understand that there are some benefits and that when people have kids they feel the need to jump on the minivan bandwagon. There are probably superb safety ratings and benefits like the push button doors, the gas mileage etc. However, so much for being safe when you are distracted and driving under the speed limit...because in my world they all drive under the speed limit. Their busy opening ketchup packets to put on their fries or reaching in the bag in the back seat desperately trying to find the sippy cup. Oh and the space, I get it. There is space to haul all of that extra sports equipment and be the carpool parents. Though I'm liable to add a Uhaul trailer to the back of my SUV and throw those little suckers in it. Okay, not really, but if that doesn't explain how anti-minivan I am, I don't know what will.
I also imagine that the person driving the minivan is frumpy and wearing either capri pants or a jogging suit. And I don't mean a cute Gabrielle Solis jogging suit and fashion forward crop pants, I mean an unsightly mismatched jogging suit and your standard shapeless pant. Now, I too have frumpy days, but you won't find me sporting it in a minivan wandering the world as a double whammy.
I'm certain that not all minivan drivers are like this. It's not like I've actually paid attention to the driver in the minivan and scoped out their gear. It's just what I imagine. But for those who are, they've simply ruined the others for me.
Will I turn into one of these imagined minivan people one day? Maybe, after all I have worn my share of funny looking pants so I guess I'm half way there. However, if I succumb to the minivan gods three things would be certain 1.) I've lost my mind 2.) I've lost any style that I thought I had 3.) I've lost my husband because he too will let hell freeze over before we become those people.
So for the record, I prefer any sport utility vehicle over the minivan any day. Okay, not any SUV, only the nice looking ones. Not those weird boxed shaped SUVs...in that case, might as well get a minivan.
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I'll even do a station wagon first. By the way, I didn't know where to go to leave a comment so I click on "comments" to get.
This is so funny as I never wanted a mom mobile mini van...but when we lived it Paris, my husband asked that his company car be a minivan! And you know what? it had this fabulous sound system and room for our family and three extra visiting friends (which we often had)...so comfortable and we cruised around France and Italy and Germany on weekends. And he is NOT a slow driver. Truthfully. I tell him to slow down all the time.
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