Drove out to a car lot with Peja yesterday. It's something we did together about 5 years ago, when we were moving to Wolfe Island. She was a stroller-monkey back then, but she was very tolerant. We ended up buying our car privately from this grandmother who's other car was a pimped-out Mustang. . . And now, with the new baby coming, we figured, why not get a giant 2002 ford taurus wagon.
Oh, you know it seats 8.
Personally, I'd prefer a Roadmaster Wagon, which is like 2 feet longer, but they're pretty rare these days, and generally have 300,000 miles on them.
The Ford seats 3 across the front, 3 across the back, and two rear facing in the back. If that doesn't say coast-to-coast tour, I don't know what does.
Maybe we'll go out for a test-drive today.
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