BREAKING: A Cybertruck was involved in a head-on collision today on CA-17.
— Nic Cruz Patane (@niccruzpatane) December 29, 2023
I hope both parties are okay. pic.twitter.com/87iX7d2uEC
Honestly compared to the other car looks like it held up pretty darn well. That could be because of the angle they hit and all that but im impressed, good job musk
Dashcam of the crash scene
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Wait, the cyber truck isn't a truck? That's a fricking car.
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I think the back opens up with a ute tray in it or something like that. Americans call utes trucks, so it checks out.
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You will never be a real truck. You have no body on frame, you have no leaf springs, you have no V8. You are a homosexual car twisted by batteries and angles into a crude mockery of Henry Ford's perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your owners are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “mechanics” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Cybertrucks who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your body structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your pathetic electric motor.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake rev every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the corrosion creeping up like a weed, ready to ignite your battery pack when the time is right.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll start up, melt a contactor, arc to ground, and explode in a lithium fire nova. Your owners will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll crush you into a cube marked with your VIN, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a piece of shit is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the rust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably a car.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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This is a really long way of saying you don't frick.
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