Oh, you want to know about my precious 2017 Hyundai Tucson? Buckle up, buttercup this isnt just a car, its a rolling, four-wheeled, chrome-plated bovine monument to modern automotive absurdity. Yes, Im calling it a large cow because the front grille? Its like Hyundai slapped a giant, aggressively shiny cowbell on the face of a luxury SUV. And the headlights? Theyre not just eyes, theyre laser beams from a sci-fi cow thats also a tax accountant. Its so 2017, its practically a museum piece but with a 7-speed DCT transmission that screams Im not your grandmas car, Im a 177-hp beast! and yet, its still so expensive, I had to borrow money from my future self to afford the damn thing. I love it. I love its over-engineered, over-sung, over-caffeinated swagger. I love how it purrs like a cat that just got a new toy while simultaneously reminding me that Im paying 10% more than the previous model for a car that looks like its trying to be a hybrid between a spaceship and a farm animal. But hey, at least the 4WD? Its not just for snow its for navigating the parking lot like its a maze. And yes, Im still driving it. Im not a victim of my own taste Im a connoisseur of automotive irony. And if youre still reading this, youre either a fellow victim of Hyundais marketing genius, or youre secretly planning to steal this Tucson and sell it for scrap metal. Either way welcome to the cult of the large cow.