For what it’s worth, I don’t hate the Prius. Prius drivers, on the other hand...

Maybe an old fish tale, but supposedly my dad’s friend had an old beetle and on the drive home from work one day, the throttle cable snapped. Since it was a cold Canadian winter, him and his buddy weren’t too keen to sit on the shoulder of the road and wait for a tow. His buddy bundled up, opened the rear engine…