Dear Subaru, from Tall Lady

Dear Subaru,

My Opa used to pronounce Subaru as Su-BAH-ru. It’s a fond memory I have of him. Sometime in the mid-eighties, he, my Opa, my German grandfather, decided he needed to replace his car. He decided to replace his Volkswagen with a Subaru as he was quite impressed with the quality of the vehicle. It had his stamp of approval and when he was no longer able to drive, my Dad arranged to buy Opa’s second Subaru Legacy (jump ahead to late-nineties) from him to give to me as my first car.

I felt great responsibility and pride having been bestowed the Subaru. First of all, headroom was ample (consider that my tall reference for this post!). Sure, a few things had to be replaced in the first year of my relationship with Subie, but let’s call it a shock tactic in the realities of car ownership. (At 140, 000, it’s really probably best to replace the clutch.)

After a few more years, the unthinkable happened- my beloved Subie failed AirCare. (Non-Vancouverites, this is our emissions testing program which deems “failure” as uninsurable.) I had already paid for so many routine car-aging repairs. Incidentally, at the same time, my husband’s truck started to exhibit signs of aging and rather than “invest” in fixes, we decided to trade in both vehicles for a shiny, warrantied, new car.

Enter: Yvonne’s second Subaru, and her first brand new car, and the first car she and he husband bought together in 2004.

Also ample headroom and legroom. All wheel drive. Confidence in the snow. Quick off the line. Manual transmission. So much fun to drive, and my first car-love. And RED. Opa would have been so proud of me, having bought another Subaru. Plus, he loved red.

Cut to: Last Saturday night, when my husband and I were discussing our automotive future:

HUSBAND: I think it might be time to sell the Subaru.

ME: [Bursts into tears.]

You read it right. Unexpected to even myself, I caught myself off-guard by literally bursting into tears. Sure, I “start to cry” sometimes, but I seldom burst. Over my car. WHAT?

BEWILDERED HUSBAND: Baby! Why are you so upset?

ME: [Confused about cascades of tears]… I don’t even know!… I think… it could be that, you know, we traded in Opa’s Subaru for that car… I feel like even though we gave that car away, we kept it by getting that car… and there’s nothing wrong with it! It’s only at 120 000 kms… [and the headroom is fantastic.]

And so I have slept on it and am preparing for the day I say good bye to my second Subaru. It is time. Husband is not the bad guy- I’ve known this day would come, but had never uttered it out loud. I don’t think I knew how much a car can mean to someone. I guess I just wanted to share my experience with you.

In addition to my apparent emotional connection to the brand, I love it because it has never let me down, and I don’t fathom it could. (I know, it’s a car…) And I do promise, it’s a comfortable car for those vertically inclined. Not to mention my Mum has one, and coincidentally, so does my aunt. We all trusted Opa’s taste in cars.


Yvonne (AKA Tall Lady)

P.S. I did not write this post because I think it would be a great Subaru ad. I actually think they’re a fantastic car for tall people.

P.P.S  I wouldn’t be opposed to being in a Subaru ad.

P.P.P.S Forester, here I come!

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