If you don't have one, or know what one is, the Suburban is that mile-long vehicle you can't see around when backing up at Wal- Mart or HEB. It is that ball team carrier and school van. It can haul dogs and cats and probably a small horse. It is most often steered by a female with a cell phone conveniently wedged into one ear. It becomes home for school papers, whataburger cups, lost pennies, coffee urns, towels, swim suits, parking tickets, and spilled drinks of various flavors.
The Suburban is seventy-five years old. It has come a long way baby, and with baby on board.
The first Suburban had two doors, three rows of seats, and was powered by a six cylinder, 90hp
engine that must have been a terror when loaded down. My 1960 Comet had that much power.
Today there is nothing in similarity to the old one except having four wheels and an engine. It now can be powered by 350 horses. On Star and other navigation systems are available. The ride is smooth and steady. It will tow a 10,000 pound load with ease. I crossed Cottonwood Pass in Colorado in one. That was 12,000 ft elevation. I wasn't driving. Bob Lawrence was.
You need to have a pocket full of money or credit to purchase a new one. A white 03' can be bought as of today's paper for $9,900.00.Low mileage, Garage kept. One owner.
The next time you see a Suburban honk your horn, wave, and yell, "happy birthday". Chances are they will wave back. I can't guarantee how. "Rollin' rollin' rollin!"
Speaking of rolling, we will be doing just that in a little while. Off to Fort Worth to check on son Lee, in the hospital with blood clot problems. Keep him in mind when you talk with the Lord.
