An ode to Subaru, the unofficial car of Colorado

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That's my fair lady, Wooderson.
When I was in my early twenties, I carried an aluminum baseball bat in the back of my car. It was initially gear for summer seasons of Chilihead softball: I worked at Chili's for a few years -- and, like many corporate chain restaurants, Chili's really wishes it were a high school. Because just as at high school, everyone who worked there was just trying to fuck everyone else. We also went on group field trips where we secretly drank booze, gave fellow staff members and regulars nicknames (some of which were mean and only used in private conversations behind the dish pit when we were talking about said person, like the guy we called "Chicken Tacos"); we even had our own softball league. And, like the varsity players of Chili's High, corporate called its restaurant employees "Chiliheads."

After I was fired from Chili's for reasons not fit for print, I kept the bat in the back of my 1973 yellow Volkswagen Super Beetle, Nancy, for eight long years -- never brandishing it once, though I had planned on using it as a weapon if I was ever attacked...by a baseball? But like Chili's, Nancy and the bat moved on and out of my life. Fast-forward to the present, where I now drive a Subaru. Like everyone else in Colorado.

When I picked up some acquaintances at the airport last month, one of them remarked, "Wow. You keep eight-pound hand weights in your car? That's very Colorado of you." I didn't think the foam-wrapped barbells were anything odd to have in my car, let alone anything that typified me as "very Colorado." Doesn't everyone like to be prepared? I never know when a friend is going call and ask if I want to join him for a Wash Park workout. Honestly, I thought that what was "Colorado" of me wasn't the weights, or the two yoga mats (I gotta have a back-up mat in case a friend forgets hers) in the trunk, but the automobile itself.

I never thought I would be one of these people, but here I am, driving my 1996 Subaru Outback every day. Through snow and ice, over parking-lot curbs and onto my friend Mark's lawn (because it looks like hell, anyway, and there's no childhood fantasy realized quite like driving across someone's lawn). I drive my baby like she was stolen. Actually, I shouldn't joke about stolen Subarus -- my sister's was stolen once, only to be found in Elizabeth, Colorado, months later, inhabited by meth heads. They had picked off all the plastic around the door locks and window controls, rendering it too creepy to drive.

Named Wooderson after the character I most resemble, personality-wise, in Dazed and Confused, my Subaru is my own special beast. After owning a sharp little woman like my Volkswagen bug, I couldn't imagine myself in a Subaru; I mean, there isn't a less attractive car out there. But wait: Between Nancy and Wooderson, there was Rick. While my mom was having a bout of mom weirdness, she accidentally bought a 1989 Dodge Colt from her friend at work for $1,000. It was the ugliest car on earth, and she gave it to me; I named him Rick. Although he died shortly after he became mine, for one hot summer, Rick's dehydrated and sunburned styrofoam seats provided more than enough cushion for my own sunburned butt.

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What Rick must have looked like in his prime.


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plautobot
plautobot

I have no problems with the Subaru WRX or other Subarus', but the Outback royally pisses my brain off in traffic. These cars seem to always be in the middle or fast lanes, but go so damn slow. The drivers' that these cars seem to attract are usually trendies from Boulder that wear loafers and turtle necks. Also, these cars seem to come mostly in the all colorful forest green to get those panties wet. At least this car has four wheel drive; but for God sake, please use the gas pedal to move in a forward direction. Regards, Ford parts crew.

tommynoble
tommynoble

Only argument I would like to bring to the table is that yes indeed these cars were made for living, but oh my god they were made for driving. I too live in Colorado, and everyday I pray for extreme weather so I can show every other car on the road what's really good. My subaru legacy is a friggen animal! It may not be the fastest car on the road, but when I am bombing through the Poudre Canyon in a snow storm, the only cars passing me are other subarus and audis. Subaru's have been referred to as "driver's cars" for a long time, and being an owner, I couldn't agree more. 

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