My 2016 Subaru WRX Premium and I just celebrated our three-year anniversary. Yes, we have an anniversary. And yes—it’s worth celebrating!
Three summers ago, I traded in my white Subaru Impreza hand-me-down, affectionately known as “Blob” for its floaty suspension, mushy clutch, and uncanny resemblance to the Zoloft anti-depression pill mascot, at around 100,000 miles for a set of sportier wheels.
My new love—and turbo—was swift, and a bond developed quickly (sorry, Blob). Like two long-lost brothers, “T-Rex” and I took to each other immediately. In less than a year, we loaded up and moved cross-country from Pennsylvania to a town in Idaho we’d never seen before—save on Google Earth—traversed 18 states, been let off of six police pull-overs with nary so much as a warning ticket (Forbes notes this breed of car is constantly on the list of “most ticketed” in America), and passed the 30,000-mile check-up with flying colors.
Moving to Idaho was like a homecoming for both of us. The community we adopted on the whim of a quarter-life crisis, and which adopted us, suited us perfectly and happened to be—or was it fate?—a mecca for Subaru enthusiasts of all walks of life. The local newspaper, before I became one of its reporters, ran an April Fool’s Day story announcing a new “Subaru tax” that many an angry Subie owner believed to be true:
In an unannounced, private meeting, the Teton County Board of Commissioners decided to implement a $250 fee for anyone who owns any kind of Subaru branded vehicle in Teton County. A $500 dollar charge will be issued for every additional Subaru registered in the same household. The decision came after a recommendation from the newly formed road committee.
Board Chairman Kelly Park said it was high time the county recognized what is really damaging county roadways. “We have to be realistic, there is no way that a small rural county like ours can keep up with the wear and tear that these Subarus are putting on our roads; it’s ridiculous,” he said.
This particular part of the country is, to my mind, a microcosm of what Subaru stands for: that is, a little bit of everything. The western side of the Teton Mountain Range, known as “the quiet side” (compared to the bustling 10,000-person metropolis of Jackson, Wyoming), is populated by old Mormon clans that settled the valley to farm and ranch. There are also middle-aged yuppie couples who are still ski bums at heart but were forced to get something more than a seasonal job when they started having kids, and single folk young and old who have dogs instead of children and who spend their time making minimum wage and shirking suburban responsibilities to play in the great out-of-doors.
Subaru accommodates this diversity of motorists with its all-wheel-drive autos to suit every type. The ultra-practical brand of car finds a loving home among the people most prone to do the most impractical things. And a kooky little shop called “Sue’s Roos” caters to them all. This is where good Subies go to die.
There’s the reliable and rugged Outbacks and Foresters that sensible families and gear-happy hippies prefer. The latter park their worn wagons spangled with bumper stickers that denote faded notions of “Hope” and dubious astrological configurations of “Tolerance” outside the natural grocer, where they buy what seems by smell and texture to be bird feed compatible with human digestion.
The Crosstrek, an athletic-looking hatchback, is a relatively new addition to the Subaru lineup that appears designed for men who want to shake the stigma of the “Lesbaru” (Subaru deliberately marketed to lesbians in the 1990s and still hasn’t completely escaped the stereotype), yet seek an affordable, sturdy ride that looks more macho.
Crosstreks aren’t very prominent in Teton Valley, where the dry air and relatively low wages of drivers tend to keep in circulation recycled and well-loved cars with loaded odometers. Take, for example, the Subaru Brat relic with its twin, Mad Max-esque smoke stacks. It’s not in circulation per se, but it serves as a sort of standard in someone’s front yard, letting visitors know this is a place for unapologetic absurdity and badassery.
There are a handful of Legacies and Imprezas to be seen, but the real standouts are the “rally cars”: the turbo-charged WRXs and STIs, the vintage models of which are often cherished as much, if not more, than the brand-new ones.
For all of its typically progressive bents—it’s proud of being “America’s first zero-landfill auto maker” and encourages owners to be “earth friendly”—Subaru is also heavily involved in the motorsports scene. Subaru Rally Team USA has won 76 team championships since 2001 and continues to dominate. David Higgins, one of Subaru’s star drivers, lent his expertise to the Teton Valley News’s seasonal supplement for a piece I wrote called “Tips from a Pro for Driving on Snow.”
Why are Subarus a smart choice?
“Going a little sideways is in [Subaru’s] DNA,” the Brit racer said. “It’s not just luck that has given this brand so many rally titles.”
And what should non-Subaru drivers do to prepare for inclement weather? According to Higgins: “Dress up warm and bring some snacks, so when you are stuck on the side of the road you can at least watch the drivers who made a smarter car choice without getting cold and hungry! Oh, and charge your phone so you can start shopping for your next Subaru.”
On a more serious note, Higgins recommended a set of high-quality snow tires. My She-baru and I endured a challenging and precipitous first winter in Idaho, but despite our low-ground clearance, a combo of all-wheel drive and the best Blizzak tires Daddy could buy me as an early Christmas present had us winding up and down the Grand Targhee ski “hill” and over Teton Pass in “Wydaho” (Wyoming/Idaho) at elevations surpassing 8,000 feet without incident—or fear!
My WRX and I am have been through a lot together, mostly in Idaho: a couple breakups, a handful of weddings, several cross-country sojourns, multiple moves that had her stuffed to capacity with boxes and bins and empty coffee cups. The car’s interior has held up to the energetic expenditures and muddy paws of a terrier puppy whose coat makes him seem almost as impervious to the elements as the WRX. Together we’ve endured white-outs, heat waves, and miles and miles of the Midwest. We hit a deer, had a window smashed, and nearly ruined the engine during the Great Oil Change Disaster of 2016.
We’ve also been the envy of teenage boys who admire the WRX’s muscular stance and throaty rumbling of the modified muffler, and who have challenged us to race. We’ve made an unlikely friend in a mechanic who wears large gauge earrings and has neck tattoos. And we’ve enjoyed, while trying to play it cool, the thrill of the two-finger steering wheel salute the sporty Subaru drivers give one another when they spot an oncoming hood scoop.
Subaru is currently celebrating 50 years in America. Its motto is “Confidence in motion,” and it’s certainly accurate for me. I am sincerely attached to my car, and I never want to rely on any vehicle that isn’t all-wheel drive. Fortune Magazine noted in 2012 how Subaru has “built the deepest loyalty in the car business…by appealing to [its customers] by geography, lifestyle, and, at times, sexual orientation.”
Subarus, like the people of Teton Valley, exude a unique sense of assuredness that comes with being safe and competent in the face of Mother Nature’s most turbulent moods and terrains. (While covering a leg of the Eukanuba dog sled race, we watched with smug satisfaction as a Subaru pulled a Nissan “Off-Road” truck out of a snow drift.) Such confidence appeals to all sorts (my 88-year-old grandma drives a Forester). And nowhere is this truth more apparent than in the eclectic yet uncommonly communal land of Teton Valley, Idaho.
Teresa Mull is a writer living in Teton Valley, Idaho.