Scene, two lane road. I’m going up a small incline, and the opposite lane has no shoulder due to construction. That’s when the mid-90s F250 work truck crested the hill in my lane.
It was literally, for the first time while driving it, that I felt completely unsafe in the car. Sure, I had the lap belt on, but the steering column is not collapsible. I had visions of getting impaled and splatted right on the spot. Thankfully, the inattentive driver, holding his phone mid chest, corrected enough to avoid a collision. But man, the near miss has left me a little bit shaken when it comes to driving the Cougar around. I trust myself, I find myself lacking trust in nearly anyone else. At least in the Tacoma, there are some modern safety features.