Ali hopped—well, rather, wiggled—into the bench seat, turned the key, and hit the gas, notably with her left foot, out of necessity due to snugness of the front seat, which her petite frame fully filled. Though in her words it wasn't so bad, "The cozy feeling was comforting, like a warm hug."
Following a quick jerk forward, she was off, whirring by the perplexed pedestrians and even catching the eye of a paparazzo, who instinctually started snapping photos. For all we know he may have even sold them to TMZ.
Ali felt safe, but less so for those around her. They were in danger of some serious stubbed toes. Luckily, our deputy editor, Ryan Hatch, who was pushing her, was wearing Red Wing boots to protect against the hazards.
The fear on the faces of passersby was palpable when Ryan took it for a spin. Note the side-eye from the guy on the left above. Ryan's review?
"Driving in New York City is dangerous and should probably be outlawed. I am now part of the problem. But oh my God, that was really fun and I never wanted to get out. Joe I cannot believe you made me get out. I only drove it for like three hours, jeez."
As for the prohibitive pricing excuse, turns out they're actually much more affordable than what we'd been led to believe by our parents. Our F-150 retails for $350, and there are plenty of other models that go for significantly less. MOM, YOU LIED.
Joe McGauley is a senior editor at Supercompressor, and clearly not-at-all still upset about being denied a Batmobile Power Wheels as a kid.