Giving people advice about automobiles comes with the territory when you’re an automotive journalist. We get questions that range from make, model and performance, to how many cup holders a vehicle has. Personally, I love to throw my thoughts in the ring when applicable and am touched that people trust me for reliable information. There are times however when giving advice can be a double-edged sword. For instance, some people ask questions simply to reaffirm what they “think” they already know. However if my advice differs from what they want to hear, well then, all hell breaks loose. This happened yesterday when an acquaintance asked me about a recommendation for a good SUV/crossover for their growing family. The gentleman has two small children and was looking to go up in size. He also wanted something big enough that he could hang onto for a while in case child #3 decided to make a showing.
My first recommendation was an AWD Chevrolet Traverse LTZ. This is Chevy’s full size SUV/crossover that has ample seating for 7, plenty of power and every imaginable convenience feature that one could ask for. However it seemed that mere thought of this gentleman driving a Chevy was an insult to his ego. He apparently had his sights set on a BMW X5, a vehicle that while nice, is simply too small for a young family of five and all their stuff. I explained the differences, why I recommended the Chevy, and how they are truly nice vehicles, but the more I disregarded the BMW the more agitated he became. I also suggested other models like the Toyota Highlander, Ford Explorer, AND if he wanted to go upscale, he could look at the Mercedes-Benz GL-class or some Range Rovers. In the end all my suggestions were shot down with ill-educated reasons about how the X5 was superior and as I was beginning to get annoyed, I simply told him to go buy one and enjoy it.
So here’s the deal people. If you are truly looking for advice on a new car, then hell… we’d love to help. However, if you just ask us questions just to hear yourselves talk, then frankly, piss-off, because the only thing you’re doing is wasting everyone’s time.