One car just wasn't cutting it anymore

We were sharing one car between two jobs and daycare drop-off all over the Lower Mainland. Something was going to break, probably us.

The last thing we wanted was a payment that took away our weekends in Whistler or over on the island. The Tucson hit it perfectly. Inspected, under budget, and the kind of vehicle we'd feel good passing down to our kid one day.

The whole feeling of the place was different. Less showroom floor, more “hey, what do you actually need?”