Everybody knows that crossovers are kinda wimpy*compromises that offer a carlike ride and a*trucklike ride height. Americans, however, don’t see themselves as wimpy*people. We are, after all, a nation of rugged individualists, shopping at Target, eating at Applebee’s, and digging that subversive Macklemore cat. But sometimes, the trek to Bennigan’s gets a little more hairball […]
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