They’re too heavy, too thirsty and too clumsy. I can appreciate them in a detached kind of way, and understand that they’re exceedingly popular and thus exceptionally relevant to the average Aussie, yet they hold zero appeal to my rational side. You see, I’m just not a dual-cab ute kind of guy. Complete with Julian Assange-in-a-crowded-supermarket levels of discomfort. No, this is more deep-sea-tuna-on-top-of-Uluru kind of territory. FISH OUT OF water doesn’t quite cut it here.
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