I have a visceral hatred of these things. They are ugly and big and loud, but people seem to love using them. I don’t get it, nor do I want to get it.
In my mind these are like a Subaru with a four inch exhaust pipe on it that makes it sould like weed wacker: it may drive really well, but I want nothing to do with it.1 These things seem like a novelty to me and I can’t fathom why you would want to use one for more than a day every two years.
One could argue it is more like a classic muscle car. That may be, but trust me, you don’t want to drive one of those everyday. ↩