I married a very cool lady. So I spotted this red G8 GXP in the local lemon lot. It has a Corvette motor and manual transmission. One of 1829 made. Without batting an eye, she said 'buy it'. Um, what?!? "Your Malibus are sitting under car covers, neither runs. By the time they get self-propelled, our kids will be getting driver's licenses and you won't be able to afford the car insurance. Go. Get it out of your system. And when you get crabby, get the hell out of the house a go for a long drive."
When the third kiddo arrived, my wife's Outback would not fit three car seats. We went to the dealer, and in the six years since she bought hers, Subarus got YUGE - but no bigger on the inside - scratch three car seats. So she got a Honda Pilot instead. I continue to be impressed with that car.