I learned a great deal yesterday.
I learned that a Tahoe is a retarded (in length) Suburban. But it is still a Suburban and still a GM POS.
I also learned that the Belgian BBQ story was a April Fool’s Day Hoax. Which still doesn’t halt the fact that it was only believable because anyone with their head screwed on straight could picture it hapenning any day now.
I don’t mind being caught in a joke. Ha-ha. Chuckle-chuckle. The Euros still suck balls. That’ll never change.
And I also don’t mind pissing off yuppies when I call their retarded Suburban a Suburban. I figure that it is much gentler than calling it a “bucket of bolts” or “a vehicle not worthy to be on the same patch of pavement as myself”. Maybe when GM finally upgrades the brakes so as to give it a decent stopping distance at interstate speeds (my biggest gripe with that platform), I’ll stop ragging on them.
Though probably not.
Sorry, man. I come from a long line of people who believe friends don’t let friends buy Fords. GMC’s never done wrong by us. If I had little kids, I’d buy a Suburban. Perfect vehicle for rugrats.
I myself prefer Nissans and Toyotas, but that’s another matter.
To each his own.