Although day-long rainstorms are rare in Florida, we are privy to short-lived but violent deluges that turn driving into a dicey situation for most. When visibility is less than 20 feet and it’s night-dark in the afternoon, road-going priorities quickly change. The 2500 slugged straight through the torrent like it wasn’t there, narrow, deep-tread Bridgestones parted the surface and the weight of the contraption held it down, steady, and maintained traction. But inevitably and in the interest of domestic bliss, we turned to the shoulder of the interstate. My better half was correct, of course. Those others slinging past us were
obviously not in their right minds. When we got back on the asphalt a few minutes later, the mighty iron fishtailed a little and then marched straight ahead. Her take on the whole deal? “It’s big.”
Inclement weather or not, living in the 2500 HD was easy with an XM radio, remote starter system, heated window washing fluid, adjustable pedals, sliding sunroof, power-assisted sliding rear window, beaucoup power underfoot, big, bad brakes, and so on. In all, the high-compression diesel provides a low-compression way to get from here to there about a foot above the hoi-polloi and miles away from the ordinary.
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