Ten-Wheel-Drives

So, here I am, being a learner driver.

I’ve pulled up at a busy intersection and am indicating to turn left, because I am still a noob and turning right at busy intersections is not for noobs. There I am, waiting for a gap in the steady stream of cars, when I see this out my right window:

 A huge, bulky SUV (or ten-wheel-drive, as I like to call them) has pulled up on my right, and as a result I can’t see jack shit. So I have to sit there uselessly at the intersection, waiting for the SUV to go so I can actually see if it’s safe for me to pull out, because I am a sensible driver and sensible drivers don’t take risks.

The thing is, these cars aren’t useless. They have a respected place in the world. The only thing is: this place isn’t tootling around the middle of town or middle-class suburbia; nor is it next to any normal-sized car in a supermarket car park (another instance where my view has been unnecessarily blocked). And to people who use these vehicles for such purposes and not much else, I have but one thing to say: