The funniest part is that if 90% of those cars attempt actual offroading, the cars will kill themselves, or, the driver will kill the car, having absolutely no clue how to drive off road.
Several years back, I was in a Prius C, hybrid, trying a shortcut through some empty truck loading dock areas, to get around an accident at a fairly major intersection not too far away.
… Me, in my little putt-putt subcompact… found myself blocked by… it must have been a Ford 350.
He had come up to a puddle.
A 3 inch deep puddle.
But it was really broad, wide.
This fucking moron was evidently not from around here, doesn’t cut through this completely flat parking lot that gets puddles like this whenever it rains, which is often.
So I carefully mount a bit of a curb, with two wheels, (again, in my subcompact hybrid) to drive around this lost idiot. I carefully dismount the curb, with him honking at me the whole time, and then make a rooster tail in the 1/8 mile long, 3 inch puddle that him in his F 350 can’t fucking figure out.
When I got home, I checked my undercarriage for any damage.
Nothing.
Also, no electrical problems either, in the following months, in my hybrid, that 90% of local mechanics say has electronics that are too complicated for them to even touch the car for anything semi-complicated.
The funniest part is that if 90% of those cars attempt actual offroading, the cars will kill themselves, or, the driver will kill the car, having absolutely no clue how to drive off road.
Several years back, I was in a Prius C, hybrid, trying a shortcut through some empty truck loading dock areas, to get around an accident at a fairly major intersection not too far away.
… Me, in my little putt-putt subcompact… found myself blocked by… it must have been a Ford 350.
He had come up to a puddle.
A 3 inch deep puddle.
But it was really broad, wide.
This fucking moron was evidently not from around here, doesn’t cut through this completely flat parking lot that gets puddles like this whenever it rains, which is often.
So I carefully mount a bit of a curb, with two wheels, (again, in my subcompact hybrid) to drive around this lost idiot. I carefully dismount the curb, with him honking at me the whole time, and then make a rooster tail in the 1/8 mile long, 3 inch puddle that him in his F 350 can’t fucking figure out.
When I got home, I checked my undercarriage for any damage.
Nothing.
Also, no electrical problems either, in the following months, in my hybrid, that 90% of local mechanics say has electronics that are too complicated for them to even touch the car for anything semi-complicated.
Truck people are not worthy of drawing breath.