I know it’s a Subaru. It doesn’t look like a Subaru. It looks like a Suzuki Swift. The entire time I was filming this I kept referring to it as a Suzuki even though I knew it wasn’t one. I kept saying Suzuki. It’s maddening— it drives me nuts. As I was writing the narrative, I knew it’s a Subaru. But I kept saying Suzuki. I know it was a Subaru when I made the title card but I wrote Suzuki. This car is a test of wills. "But, it doesn't look like a Subaru." said my eyes. "It's a Subaru," I reiterated. "It doesn't sound like a Subaru," said my ears. "It's a Subaru." "It doesn't feel like a Subaru," said my butt. "It's a Subaru." "It doesn't have a longitudinal boxer engine. It has a transverse four. It is front-wheel drive. The roof comes apart just like a Suzuki Cappuccino. It is short and stubby. This is a Suzuki product." "NO! It's a SUBARU. Say the word SUBARU." "...Imma say Suzuki"