Diesel trucks really bug me like none other. I think you know one of my reasons already... you're enjoying a drive through the countryside when some jackass in a Ford F-35000 Ultra XL Duty Lariat edition pulls out in front of you. Not only does it take this hoser about three weeks to get all the way to 55 miles an hour, but he's belching out huge clouds of that Wonderfully foul smoke that probably kills off your brain bit by bit.
But that's not all. The mere fact that they exist gets to me as well. At least two thirds of the idiots that buy them do so for the sole reason that they're there. That they have more horsepower than a mere V-10 gasoline engine that displaces more volume than 62 milk cartons. That they're big. Yeah. Like they need 50,276 horsepower to go get milk. I swear to God here, these idiots drive around in king cab trucks by themselves, pull into the store lot and take up about 6 parking spaces, and go in and buy crackers. The self restraint it takes to NOT put a nasty note
on their windshield is truly amazing, and should be studied as a possible supplement to duct tape. So here's the deal. If you feel obligated to take all 43 of your horses out for a drive every Sunday, fine. Buy the freaking truck. If you need to go pull, say, a mountain range out of your backyard so you can build your third
guest house, fine. Buy the freaking truck. But if you're just after a lot of power, then screw you. Go buy a corvette or something. I've had it with you nods. Be sensible for once in your life. That way I won't feel like beating the lving daylights out of something
every time I get cut off by a 4 foot single woman (without kids) driving an Excursion.
Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
I would hate to cause anyone that amount of stress. I guess I better sell my truck and walk. :-laf
