There was a time (not a line from Les Mis – this is a happy story) when your parents were young and poor and childless. Their evenings were free and they dreamed a dream of homes gone by. They were tired of living in a rented apartment with a cranky landlord and next-door neighbors who had nocturnal dogs and seemed to be in a constant state of moving in.
So they drove around endlessly, exploring neighborhoods they liked in an old car equivalent to your Taurus. Everything they liked was too expensive and the process was just too complex.