My first discovery is that today's 2012 Chevy Suburban LT is witout a doubt halfway there, with leather, heated front seats and assist steps as regular equipment. It has the same 5.3-liter V-8, but rather than our lame four-speed automatic transmission that hunts when the cruise control is on, then slams down a gear on inclines and almost redlines while it's supporting deliver crap fuel economy, there's now a fashionable six-speed. The 2012 Suburban's options list also involves a power-operated liftgate and power-folding seats.
Today, more and more shoppers tend to choose Suburbans. To be honest, there's quite a lot to like about Suburbans, which have been in constant production for 77 years. It is longer than any nameplate in the auto kingdom. We can count in this ways: All three of ours have been nearly bulletproof, with this one only requiring U-joints at 80,000 miles, which is also how long its Bridgestone Dueler A/T tires survived before we changed them with Continental CrossContact LX20s. There is place for everything, which includes a TruckVault shotgun safe, the aforementioned ton o' stuff and 4 heavy metal dog crates. It is, someone says, "a great all-around car." Let me add, "for all-around sporty folks who are actually strong and big like he is."
Adoring a Suburban has nothing to do with fuel economy or ergonomics, or hot looks. It has nothing to do with that. Well, it does have fuel economy and ergonomics: crappy fuel economy and bad ergonomics. Despite the fact that once we put on the Continental tires, fuel economy jumped from the on-ship computer's 15-mpg average to an noticed 18 mpg on our final interstate journey. Additionally, altering from all-terrain to standard road tires enhanced the ride and quelled the road noise. We'll see about durability. Seriously. My husband fully needs to keep this Suburban forever.
I swept up on cool sport-ute functions at the Detroit auto show and have put together a laundry list of essential stuff I unexpectedly need. Most of those characteristics include ergonomics and convenience, and it wouldn't be completely wrong to say that they were made to attract women. Listen, Chevy, take my tips and you could completely rule the market for cars for the delicate flowers who need plenty of cargo space without risking a hernia from raising things up and into the back; who hate receiving mud on their pant legs from tall, wide sills; who are fed up with broken fingernails from struggling with impossible back seats and heavy tailgates and all the short men who are tired of leaping up into the air to wrangle that monster truck-sized tailgate closed will thank you, too. Develop the lives of women, and you've done a service to all of humanity.
While you're at it, Chevy, stuff a diesel engine and good aftermarket car parts in my next Suburban, why don't you? You know you want to.
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