"It's impossible to avoid the freighted nature of the Ford Explorer, so I won't try. This nameplate has been glued to six million SUVs since 1990 and it is the ur-text, the stem cell from which suburban America's love affair with the sport-utility vehicle grew. Or is that metastasized?"
On my third explorer in ten years.
Thank you to Sister Robin for passing this along.
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You're welcome, Brother Patrick.
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