In a world where sports sedans are vanishing quicker than daylight on a winter afternoon its good to see that those among us who still love the thrill of speed and power haven’t been swept aside.
I don’t live too far from a place here in Florida called “The Villages” a community reserved for residents who are 55 and older.
At this point in my life there are very few firsts, especially when it comes to the automotive space.
I don’t drink champagne and nibble on caviar, I’m more of a Mickey D’s sort of person, value meal please.
When I was a wee lad, not long out of boot camp at my first duty station, I moved off post and roomed with a guy named Brad.
It’s nice to be reminded sometimes of the days of yore when vehicles filled up the entire lane, spit fire, and roared like a beast.
It’s been quite a few years since I’ve had a chance to spend time with a vehicle that shouldn’t exist.
In the last few years, I’ve had plenty of time to spend with a Hyundai Santa Fe.