2010 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor: Will it Fit? Who Cares?
December 14, 2010
Last night was the first opportunity for me to spend some quality time with our Raptor. I want more. This big bad truck spoke to my tiny little brain stem. There are so many things that would deter me from loving it as much as I do, but I just don't care.
As you can see from the picture, it doesn't fit in my Corvette-eating driveway. I don't care. People will drive by and say, "There lives a man who likes red meat."
It's a challenge driving it down narrow streets. I don't care. People move out of the way when they see and hear this behemoth approaching.
It sucks down unleaded like a top-fuel dragster with the chutes deployed. I don't care. It makes a great noise and keeps those right-lane bandits at bay.
I get disapproving glares from some motorists, as if to say, "He's compensating for something." I don't care what they think. They picked a boring econo-coffin to commute in, plus, I doubt they realize how much energy and resources went into building their Prius.
The whole affair reminds me of the first time I rode a Harley-Davidson. I was a scrawny twenty-something on a big mean Fat Boy (the same kind that Schwarzeneggar rode in Terminator 2). I didn't care. I felt like I was ten-feet tall and bulletproof. I felt like I could easily win any fistfight even though I couldn't intimidate most squirrels.
The Raptor is like a seared prime ribeye in a world full of tofu. Sure, it's not all that healthy or politically correct, but it's not like I live my entire life in the pursuit of wastefulness. Sometimes, you just need some spice to remind you how cool cars can be and why you work so hard. It's not something I'd drive everyday, but once in a while would suit me just fine.
Mark Takahashi, Associate Editor @ 14,542 miles