One of the ugliest American exceptionalisms is the tendency to value internal-combustion powered vehicles over the humans they supposedly serve. This example is not a departure from American values, it’s an extension of them.
Consider this: why is jaywalking an offense? Literally: whose streets? Our streets. Our cars’ streets? No.
Or, other than automotive chest-thumping, what is the point of this?
I don’t mean the so-called “rolling coal”; the disgusting pointlessness of that is self-evident. My question for you might be a little harder:
What is the point of a Ford F-450?