My favorite type of car is without a doubt, the Bachelor's Sports Mobile. I like cars that are lightweight, tossable, and fun and yet for some reason I love this, the 10th-Generation Chevrolet Suburban.
It's pretty much the opposite of a lightweight sports car, and I reviled it until I drove one. Sure the interior build quality was crap, the ergonomics were hysterically bad, and calling it a gas-guzzler would be the understatement of the century, but there was something about this truck. Something I can't quite explain.
Maybe it was the effortless torque from the big V8. Or maybe the fact that it can easily hold a full sized harp and four people with comfort (which is useful for .001% of the population). Maybe it was it's unabashed honesty, made in an era where we didn't yet care about gas prices or sensibility. To this day I still can't put my finger on it.
It has nothing I look for or care about in a car, and yet I couldn't help but love this symbol of American excess. It's my automotive guilty pleasure, now show us in the comments what's yours.