I've noticed something odd about my attitude when I drive my Patriot, which I've had for 10 months now.
I feel oddly superior to the RAV-4s, CRVs, Outbacks and other compact SUVs I encounter on the roads. Maybe "superior" isn't the right word.... I just feel "bigger" than them, somehow, even though some of them (RAV-4) are larger than the Patriot, and I have only the "grocery-getter" 4x2 Limited.
WHen I drove a Town Car and encountered a de Ville on the freeway, I felt nothing remarkable, just a vague comraderie with another V-8 luxury tank. When I drove my Scion, I frequently found myselve included in a swarm of similarly-buzzing conveyances.
When I drive my Patriot and come upon a Rav-4, I notice my mild exasperation, a subtle "Oh Jeeze.." that the little fake SUV is putt-putting along and will likely slow me down as it wheezes its way up some minor grade. This must be what Suburban drivers feel when they come upon the Toyota cute-ute.
Odd, since the RAV-4 V-6 is significantly more powerful than my Patriot.
What is it about my Patriot that produces a feeling of affinity, even kinship with Grand Cherokees, Tahoes and Expeditions, and a big-brother exasperation with the actual vehicles with which the Patriot competes?
Is it the "little bulldog" styling, while the other compacts are "girlified?" Many girls drive Patriots, and love them. Is it the legendary spirit of Jeep heritage, which permeates the Patriot to a degree surprising to many purists? How is this so, since, on paper, the Patriot is a unit-bodied, front-drive, 4-cylinder station wagon, the same description that could be applied to an '81 K-Car?
Why is it that I have NO interest in owning a CRV, in spite of the fact that it is considered by most reviewers to be a superior vehicle? What is it about the RAV-4 (a fine car in every regard) that would embarass my Patriot to be compared to it?
I LOVE my Patriot, imperfect as it is. I've owned many, many cars, and I've NEVER encountered a vehicle with such innate, almost inexplicable, appeal; an appeal which, even after 10 happy months of driving, still eludes me as to its origin....
I feel oddly superior to the RAV-4s, CRVs, Outbacks and other compact SUVs I encounter on the roads. Maybe "superior" isn't the right word.... I just feel "bigger" than them, somehow, even though some of them (RAV-4) are larger than the Patriot, and I have only the "grocery-getter" 4x2 Limited.
WHen I drove a Town Car and encountered a de Ville on the freeway, I felt nothing remarkable, just a vague comraderie with another V-8 luxury tank. When I drove my Scion, I frequently found myselve included in a swarm of similarly-buzzing conveyances.
When I drive my Patriot and come upon a Rav-4, I notice my mild exasperation, a subtle "Oh Jeeze.." that the little fake SUV is putt-putting along and will likely slow me down as it wheezes its way up some minor grade. This must be what Suburban drivers feel when they come upon the Toyota cute-ute.
Odd, since the RAV-4 V-6 is significantly more powerful than my Patriot.
What is it about my Patriot that produces a feeling of affinity, even kinship with Grand Cherokees, Tahoes and Expeditions, and a big-brother exasperation with the actual vehicles with which the Patriot competes?
Is it the "little bulldog" styling, while the other compacts are "girlified?" Many girls drive Patriots, and love them. Is it the legendary spirit of Jeep heritage, which permeates the Patriot to a degree surprising to many purists? How is this so, since, on paper, the Patriot is a unit-bodied, front-drive, 4-cylinder station wagon, the same description that could be applied to an '81 K-Car?
Why is it that I have NO interest in owning a CRV, in spite of the fact that it is considered by most reviewers to be a superior vehicle? What is it about the RAV-4 (a fine car in every regard) that would embarass my Patriot to be compared to it?
I LOVE my Patriot, imperfect as it is. I've owned many, many cars, and I've NEVER encountered a vehicle with such innate, almost inexplicable, appeal; an appeal which, even after 10 happy months of driving, still eludes me as to its origin....