I was reading the Wall Street Journal the other day (over the shoulder of the pax in front of me on a cramped Frontier flight). There was an article about “An SUV”.
I thought about the An…I’ve been pronouncing it “Sooo-Veee” since they came out, never “Es-You-Vee”.
We had an annoying commercial about how someone “loves his SUV” pronounced suv.
I just want a tally on how it’s said elsewhere.
I particularly liked the woman in a Lexus SUV in front of me the other day. It took her an eternity to make a left hand turn because there was a pothole in the road and she had to be verrrrrrry careful in getting past that obstacle.
Maureen O’Rorke suggests a new moving violation for drivers who run red lights while talking on their cell phones or drive gas-guzzling SUVs: ``Driving under the affluence.’’
Applying computer technology is simply finding the right wrench to
pound in the correct screw.
HEY! I thought I was the one who invented that! I just like the way it sounds…SPEWT.
(In these here parts, most folks call 'em S-U-Vs; I only recently heard the “sport-ute” form, which I changed to SPUTE almost immediately.)
My favorite was watching the SPUTE not only slow to 5mph to cross the (fairly level) RR tracks, but then almost run over another car as they changed lanes to avoid the TENNIS SHOE laying in the road!
(OK, I just managed to refrain from joining the recent SPUTE-bashing thread, because I’m currently forced to drive a Jeep Cherokee and couldn’t reconcile the two actions. But the temptation was too strong to resist again. I miss my Metro!)
Actually, I like my Cherokee. You ever try to get four people in a Porsche? Now I can carry four friends with me, and it’s great for carrying my camping gear, film gear, etc.
Two things I hate about it: It only gets about 19mpg in L.A. traffic, and I didn’t get it with a manual transmission.
I liked my Chevy Sprint and Chevy Sprint Metro. Fifty mpg, and surprisingly quick and agile… as long as there wasn’t a long grade. I could swear they had more room on the inside than on the outside. I was even able to haul my A-7E ejection seat in one with the hatch closed.
“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry
I call 'em minivans. As in: Get that road-hogging, soccer-player-toting, never-left-the-pavement, won’t-drive-in-the-snow, eight-mile-per-gallon minivan out of my way!
I figure that many people invent a “need” for SUV’s as family vehicles so they don’t have to buy a Dodge Caravan or a Toyota Previa, so calling them minivans has a delicious accuracy.
But to answer the OP: Ess Yoo Vee, never heard it any other way 'til I read this thread.
Even though Ess-yoo-vee still seems more popular than Sport-Ute, the latter has the novelty of letting you call the smaller ones (like our dear Subaru Forester, or the RAV-4) Sport-Cutes.
I lead a boring life of relative unimportance. Really.