I go on walks with my husband on a pretty regular basis. Some times these involve going somewhere and walking in nature. But about half the time, we don't have the time for that, and we just head out in the vicinity of our house.
Every once in a great while, we encounter a cybertruck in our neighborhood.
It's always the same one: it has a dark gray matte wrap. I don't think the owner lives in our neighborhood: we usually see it speeding (it's always speeding) on a street that cuts through the neighborhood that impatient people sometimes use when the faster through street they wanted to use to get to the freeway is stopped by a train.
I realize that tastes differ, but I think it's an exceptionally ugly car. Also, anyone who bought it did so after we realized that Elon was a full-on white supremacist jerk, and I have little sympathy for them. It leaves a bad taste in my eyes, which I didn't realize was a thing that can happen.
To counteract this, we have started to count dogs, which feel like the natural, perfectly-shaped, ebulliently fun-loving and joy-spreading opposite of a cybertruck.
We have now begun to refer to the dog-to-cybertruck ratio as a way to judge how good a walk is. The best dog-to-cybertruck ratio, of course, is one where the cybertruck denominator is zero. But enough dogs does in fact counteract that shock to the nervous system that is a cybertruck sighting. A 10:1 ratio just about balances it out.
And you know, we'll take what we can get.