You're very right. How I remember it is that their names are sorta backwards. Alligators have snouts shaped like a C and crocodiles have snouts shaped like an A.
I was driving a Volvo xc70 with the flip up rear facing third row seats.
That thing was choice.
I could fit so much stuff and friends/family in it and the gas mileage was heaps better than an suv (not amazing but better).
I wish there were more out there being made.
Now I’m driving a Nissan leaf and when I got it titled it was listed as a station wagon which I thought was funny.
Man-eating is the middle name though. I mean, he didn't choose his name. The parents were a bit short -sighted here, but frankly it's a little too ominous.
That's something you don't see anymore, Dad's station wagon. Terminally uncool, built almost exclusively for hemorrhoid comfort, rattles a bit, luggage rack shows significant signs of wear. The socks and sandals of the automobile industry.
Hold up. Since when were station wagons considered uncool? My top favourite cars, among those I could realistically afford when I had a decent paying job, are all specifically the station wagon version.
as a dad, in the market for a station wagon, there really isn't anything as cool anymore. I still want a roadmaster (in good condition) so bad, nothing better than a huge, wood paneled boat powered by an LT1.
Interesting, so to escape the Texan jungles I'll have to change the transmission before Gustav gets back.
I do get the option to kill Gustav when he arrives, but it'll become very hard to work on the transmission and escape with a busted wrist... I'm not sure if I'll survive tbh, I struggle to change a bulb, let alone blow a croc/gator's brains out, let alone change a transmission.