Santa Fe fits that template. Made you want to sit in the driveway and crank the heat up and down all day. The glass opened separately, for when you were tossing in a Victoria's Secret Valentine gift instead of loading mulch. And the gate handle was fat, grabbable, inviting. Santa Fe did not spin a wheel, nor bog, nor slide as it drove smoothly uphill.
All power can go to either end in extremes.
The flanks are elegantly unadorned. And the details are better than on some luxury cars. Hyundai injects a hint of gloss, just enough pop and sparkle to delight the eye and please the psyche, without appearing the victim of an Armor All attack. Nothing's perfect, though. So was lack of a handy, safe spot for headrests that must be removed.