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So, today, I added a new entry into my Carcyclopedia. We were doing a pizza run, and my friend who owns the car we were doing the run with was...incapacitated. What does he drive?
Essentially identicle, too.
Now, here is where the "YSSMAN is insane" part comes into play: Remember how he has said in the past that the Impala isn't actually that bad of a car for the money? Well, I have always given him the benefit of the doubt. Other than the police version, I had never been in one, so I felt that I wasn't one to judge the car based on the mere fact that it was a rental bin vehicle (because the Lumina was as well, and I liked the Lumina).
Since my friend wasn't fit to operate a motor vehicle, I felt that I should be the good friend and not let him drive. So without any preparation, I drove a Chevy Impala. Let that sink in for a moment. Settled? Good.
Here is the crux of the matter, and anyone with weak constitutions should leave the room: The Chevrolet Impala is, quite frankly, the worst vehicle I have ever driven in my life. The seats had less support than a bean bag chair, so after a 3 minute drive, my back was in pain (I have a bad back from an accident a few years ago). The suspension was...well, lets say that there was a period of time where the rear springs of my Dad's Neon went through the bottom of the trunk, and that had more suspension control than this Impala did. The interior feels like it was made out of melted Legos...actually, scratch that. More like Mega Bloks. There are panel gaps you could drop dimes in perpendicular to the way the gap runs. The instrument cluster seems to be designed for people with eyes so bad they have no business driving. There was fake wood that didn't even look to be the same color as wood until it was exposed to direct sunlight (it just looked like plastic sheen from any other angle). The list goes on.
All these points make me wonder a few things: Why exactly did Chevy take a decent car and replace it with something Hertz probably doesn't even like? Are old people really that dumb to buy something like that? Where is "End my life now, because I have no business living" button? And why is the hazards button bigger than the dials on the center console? Most importantly, why haven't time machines been invented to prevent this car from being made? I almost think the Malibu on sale now deserves to fail simply because of how terrible the Impala is.
YSSMAN, you are crazy. I hope this doesn't detract from our friendship, so I am trying to get it out of the way now.
Essentially identicle, too.
Now, here is where the "YSSMAN is insane" part comes into play: Remember how he has said in the past that the Impala isn't actually that bad of a car for the money? Well, I have always given him the benefit of the doubt. Other than the police version, I had never been in one, so I felt that I wasn't one to judge the car based on the mere fact that it was a rental bin vehicle (because the Lumina was as well, and I liked the Lumina).
Since my friend wasn't fit to operate a motor vehicle, I felt that I should be the good friend and not let him drive. So without any preparation, I drove a Chevy Impala. Let that sink in for a moment. Settled? Good.
Here is the crux of the matter, and anyone with weak constitutions should leave the room: The Chevrolet Impala is, quite frankly, the worst vehicle I have ever driven in my life. The seats had less support than a bean bag chair, so after a 3 minute drive, my back was in pain (I have a bad back from an accident a few years ago). The suspension was...well, lets say that there was a period of time where the rear springs of my Dad's Neon went through the bottom of the trunk, and that had more suspension control than this Impala did. The interior feels like it was made out of melted Legos...actually, scratch that. More like Mega Bloks. There are panel gaps you could drop dimes in perpendicular to the way the gap runs. The instrument cluster seems to be designed for people with eyes so bad they have no business driving. There was fake wood that didn't even look to be the same color as wood until it was exposed to direct sunlight (it just looked like plastic sheen from any other angle). The list goes on.
All these points make me wonder a few things: Why exactly did Chevy take a decent car and replace it with something Hertz probably doesn't even like? Are old people really that dumb to buy something like that? Where is "End my life now, because I have no business living" button? And why is the hazards button bigger than the dials on the center console? Most importantly, why haven't time machines been invented to prevent this car from being made? I almost think the Malibu on sale now deserves to fail simply because of how terrible the Impala is.
YSSMAN, you are crazy. I hope this doesn't detract from our friendship, so I am trying to get it out of the way now.