Tara asked me today why I didn’t like domestic cars.
I didn’t have much of an answer for her, but I stood fast in saying that I just don’t like domestic cars.
Dumb?
Yea.
But I’m kinda stubborn sometimes.

I suppose I don’t like domestic because I feel the quality isn’t there.
They just never feel well built to me.
And I don’t like the style, it rubs me the wrong way.
Also, I just don’t think the US automakers have a clue about the future of the auto industry. And least, that’s what current consumers are telling them.
Last year in North America, the big three, combined, made up for less than 50% of overall sales.
Less then half!
Combined!
That has to be telling them something?
You would think, but they’re still making giant gas guzzling cars.
The American idea of luxury is a boat with wheels.
And when they put out a little car, a useful car, it looks thrown together.

This of course, could all be in my head.

I’m just not sure what it is about them that I don’t like.
Maybe I’ve just been brainwashed with the idea that domestic is crap.
Maybe I’ve believed it so much that I can’t think any other way.

I just don’t know.

But I’m still not buying one.