Ah yes, Subaru drivers. The CBD lords of the driveway. They IPAs of the interstate, the barefoot bicyclists, the micro-dosing machines, the 4 door Coors. You get it. SUBARU.
Ah yes, Subaru drivers. The CBD lords of the driveway. They IPAs of the interstate, the barefoot bicyclists, the micro-dosing machines, the 4 door Coors. You get it. SUBARU.
Subarus.
There was an earlier British Sub-Species, you know – the Middled Age Male Having an All Departments Midlife Crisis Subaru GC8 Impreza Driver. One particularly, a British waters fishing buddy during my later 20s and thirties, who bought himself one of these in his fifties and promptly became a total boyracer and much youngere tail-chaser, springs to mind.
Not the way to go or a good look, more worthy a quiet, headshaking “Oh dear….”.
We lost touch.
A automatic transmission put me down 4x in an SUV, and once in a 77 impala.
I rather shift my own gears with AWD. I fishtailed at 70mph in RWD.
But the affordable choices are slim. Being this picky about the car I drive, led me to Subaru, can’t afford a Lamborghini. Plus it’s hard for anyone to get in the back seat of my 98 mustang. SUVs just isn’t my thing.
So I maybe over 50 and own a WRX, but it’s slow AF.
I doubt anyone who owns one thinks he’s a raceboy, or atleast he shouldn’t.
By the way impezas stop putting manuals in car, escort to small for 40+k, minis to small for 200+lbs. Not trying to be mean, but your assumptions of someone having a mid life crisis is wrong. Besides I should be able to buy whatever I want without some hating on people’s choices.