Words by Niky Tamayo | Photos by Ken Tamayo
I’ve always seen SUVs as a conceit: The Sport in “Sport Utility Vehicle” suggests some sort of rugged, manly endeavour, like climbing mountains, crossing rainforests, or clubbing baby seals. Despite the utter lack of sporting ability of some so-called SUVs, their Marlboro-esque machismo is a more effective status enhancer than an eggplant in your jockstrap. You’re never going to use them to their full potential, but boy do they look impressive.
Yet, after a few days with Ford's all-new Explorer, I’ve been having more and more doubts about my manhood. Driving meekly. Fudging overtakes. Avoiding crowded streets. At the end of the week, I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Well... not really... but I’m certain an SUV is meant to be intimidating to other drivers, not to the person behind the wheel.