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SUV's? We don't need no stinkin' SUV's!

On Father's Day, I packed up my father's ML320 CDI and drove from Dallas to Houston with my daughter.  We had a lot of crap to haul, and managed to fit it all in the cargo area except a few bags and loose items that ended up in the back seat and up front with me.  Well, after three weeks in Houston and one less job, we were headed back.

For this trip, I needed to get my '88 M3 back to Dallas.  And Chloe was coming with me again.  When we left on Father's day, I had one big duffle bag, Chloe had one big suitcase and one small one, and we took her portable keyboard (to practice piano) and an extra iMac (in its original box) with us.  Coming back, we had everything but the iMac, plus an extra large suitcase, two boxes from Ridemakerz (future post coming on this), two briefcases, a small cooler, a couple of small lunchbox sized coolers for drinks and snacks, and a small duffle bag.  I should have taken a picture.  I managed to fit all of this, keyboard included, in the M3.  I had the back seat loaded up to the windows, and every bit of trunk space was used.  We still had room up front, and headed back to Dallas.  I haven't averaged my mileage yet, but we did almost 300 miles, and the needle is just dipping below the 1/4 tank mark.   Not bad for a small, twenty year old car.  And to top it off, when I got into Dallas and got onto the North Dallas Tollway, I actually enjoyed the drive!

So now I could preach about SUV's being overkill for 90% of what most people do with them, but I won't.  I'll just say that it's unlikely that I'll be buying an SUV any time in the near future.  Let's get an M3 Touring or, more likely, a 335d Touring, and I'll take on full-size pickups!



Okay so I still really want a F250HD Crew Cab 4x4 diesel, but I would sure as heck find something to tow with it!

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