Ain't no supercar nor will necessarily get a fella laid but I like it... so much so, it saved my & family's lives and in the process was totalled, so I bought another.
Meet Pablo-
First new car I ever purchased. At the time we had just relocated from Portland Oregon to Athens Georgia... we were leasing a car and the lease was nearly up. So I negotiated a fantastic deal with a dealer in South Carolina. Picked it up on a Wednesday, turned in our leased vehicle on Thursday, and Friday evening took the family and me out for a drive around Athens.
20 minutes later Bambi decided to commit suicide and hoof-picked my brand spankin' new 2018 4Runner TRD Offroad-Premium as her weapon of choice.
Full airbag deployment.
I had never been in an airbag deployment accident up until this evening... trust me when I say, You don't want to either.
Wife was next to me, daughter in the back with our mini-doxie in her lap.
Driving along and smiling, and my wife (a Trauma RN who never overreacts to anything) screams "DEER!" at the exact moment the interior of my brand new Toyota explodes into a cannon of sound and smoke.
We come to a dead stop. Definitely shell-shocked from whatever has just occurred... I cannot see anything inside the cockpit. Totally confused and disoriented. I look to my wife through a haze of something and feeling the vibration of my skull hear myself say "ARE YOU OKAY?" but it's whisper soft even though I know I am shouting it. I look over my right shoulder and feel my skull vibrate enough to know I've said the same to my daughter - who I can't really see at all.
"THE CAR'S ON FIRE!" My wife again. Other than this time I don't need a second to process it, and immediately reach across her lap, start to find her seatbelt latch - realize she's already found it, and open her door and more or less throw her out onto the highway with an adrenaline spike I've never encountered before or since.
I start to crawl over the center console to rinse/repeat the same on my daughter and our mini-doxie Theo but realize their door is open and they are already out.
Time for me to jettison too... I cannot. My door's airbag, which runs from the interior roof to 3/4's down the driver's door, hasn't deflated. I cannot get to the door handle.
Very strange what my brain does... calm and very slow motion kicks in. Ears are still pinned shut from the deployment with severe ringing but I can hear sirens off in the distance and wife & daughter screaming "GET OUT!" and I, again, feel my skull reverberate quietly "Trying, fυcking TRYING!" at the top of my lungs.
Dawns on me "Kill the engine Scott" so I do. Oddly too - I hit the Hazards. And then I more or less realized I was using the brand new Toyota key fob to try and stab the airbag to deflate it when my brain realized I had a small pocket knife on the keychain as well.
Pop/Hiss and I threw myself out and onto the highway... and sadly right on to Bambi (still breathing barely and surprisingly with no visible injuries). She was staring at me and laboring very hard. Distinctly remember feeling terrible over her, laugh at me or not - definitely no Alpha Male bullshit in me... I said "I am so sorry" to the deer.
About 10 seconds later an armada of police cruisers appeared ~ turns out there was a Friday Night Sobriety Checkpoint ahead of us down the highway and three cruisers, each with two officers, had first heard and then seen the entire fiasco, and immediately set out driving up the highway the wrong way on the shoulder.
Car wasn't on fire after all - between my wife wearing sandals, the engine revving, the radiator bursting and overheating the motor, the firewall insulation being damaged and the corn starch released from the airbags deploying she assumed (and cannot blame her) we were burning.
Went without a vehicle for two months (pain in the ass but we are a walking/bicycle commuting family mostly anyway) while insurance paid out/tried to figure out where the title was (car was so new that the title was still up in South Carolina at the dealership and had never been sent to the State of Georgia DMV) but eventually ordered and took delivery of the same identical vehicle albeit a 2019 model year.
Received one hell of a 2nd degree burn from the driver's side airbag deployment (which I still have to this day in scar form)...
Meet Levi (son of Pablo)...