Behemoth on the road: An extreme-duty pickup that dwarfs a Hummer is headed for Houston
Anyone who has paid any attention to TPRS for any length of time knows that if I leaned any farther to the Left, I’d tip over and fall on my @$$. Even so, I do have one trait that hardly endears me to the tree-huggers on the Left: I LOVE SUVs and full-size trucks.
(Dirty li’l secret time: over the course of my checkered adulthood, I’ve owned a Geo Metro and TWO…yes, two…Yugos. I know; what the hell was I thinking?)
I’m not going to sit here and justify my beliefs to my Left-leaning compadres, nor am I going to feel guilty. This is just where I happen to break ranks with the majority- and my own family. I happen to think that if you want to drive something the size of a road grader and you can afford to do so, then why should that demand not be met? Besides, if you’re wealthy enough to be able to gas up, maintain, and insure a vehicle that large, it stands to reason that there will less money to spend on blow, Cristal, and caviar, no?
No, it’s not that I’m not happy with my F-150, but if I had a spare $100k, and if I could handle a vehicle that gets all of seven miles to the gallon, I’d be parking one in my driveway tomorrow. Yes, I am aware of all of the arguments that environmentalists will throw up against the 7300 CXT, and they may well be right. I don’t want to come out and say that I don’t care, but let’s just say that my feelings are somewhat akin to not caring.
About four years ago, She Who Endures My Myriad Eccentricities and I were visiting my brother in Greenville, North Carolina. We had a reservation for a Ford Ranger when we arrived at the Raleigh-Durham airport, but when we got to the rental counter, the only vehicle they had left was a jacked-up Ford F-250. I was, needless to say, in my element. Yes, the truck was too large to fit into a conventional parking space, but I couldn’t have cared less. I can remember driving into Chapel Hill on the freeway and looking down at the traffic around me, all the while thinking that I could crush most anyone like a bug. Call me sick, but I rather enjoyed that feeling. With that memory in mind, how could my heart not skip a beat when I read this:
So you get all the attributes of a commercial truck – but you don’t need a commercial driver’s license to drive it.*
The legendary International®DT 466 diesel engine provides up to 6 tons of hauling power. The air-ride cab and seats provide an exceptionally smooth ride. And a spacious and well-appointed interior ensures automotive-like comfort and convenience.
The result of more than a century of leadership in the truck market, the International CXT delivers performance. In a big way.
OK, sign me up. No, I won’t be able to park it, and I may not be able to afford to put gas into it for long, but damn, it would be a sweet way to get to work in the morning, eh? Since I live only eight miles from my office, gas wouldn’t be too bad…ah, hell, who am I kidding? It’s going to cost me a freakin’ fortune. Even so, my golf clubs certainly would look good in there, wouldn’t they?? I wonder if the country club would let me use the 7300 CXT as a golf cart?
Who knows, though; perhaps owning a 7300 CXT will get me some roles in rap videos. I am pretty fly for a white guy….
