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Saturday
September 6,
2025
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One of life's
haunting questions is: when is the best time to go
to dump to avoid long waits? Turns out, an hour
before closing on a Saturday is first rate.
Stopped at hardware store on the way home, and
when I came out this Cybertruck had insinuated
itself next to my '96 Tacoma, a study in
contrasts. For a vehicle with limited hauling
capacity, it sure does come with a lot of baggage.
No one would have cared about this overpromised, underbuilt
plaything for status seekers if not for its
association with that fabulist Mr. Musk, but
it's become shorthand for a certain personality
profile: arrogant, unscrupulous, and
overcompensating. Its owner approached me, eager
to show it off, and he did nothing to dispel the
stereotype. He asked if I had any questions. My
first thought was, "WTF is wrong with you?" But in
today's polarized world, I make a conscious effort
to understand rather than dismiss people out of
hand. I asked how it was holding up and he
admitted it stranded him twice in the year he's
had it (once while off-roading on protected lands,
so that also tracks). Then he pivoted to, "But
what really sold me on it was the exoskeleton!" I
replied bluntly, "But it's not an exoskeleton.
It's body panels." He knew that, and that's when
things got weird. He smiled sheepishly and then
vigorously shook my hand, as if congratulating me
for calling him on his bullshit. Was he lying to
convince me or just deluding himself? |